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Seven friends in a continuous loop of eternal exile and youth embark on a road trip to the end of the world.
My friends are merely effigies I keep to remind me of the animal inside my mind.—from The Suiciders
During the first decade of the second millennium, a group of seven friends—Zach, Lukas, Adam, Matthew, Peter, Arnold, and Taylor—occupy an indeterminate house in an unidentified American suburb and replay a continuous loop of eternal exile and youth. Permanently in their late teens, the seven young men are as fluid and mutable ciphers, although endowed with highly reflexive, and wholly generic, internal lives. “Once you learn how to love, you will also learn how to mutilate it... I want to feel so free you can't even imagine... Let's get out there and eat some popsicles. There is work to be done.” Eventually, the group decides to remove themselves from the safe confines of the house and to embark upon a road trip to the end of the world with their friend, the Whore, and their pet parrot, Jesus H. Christ. The Suiciders is their legacy.
Chronicling the last days of a religious cult in rural America, Jeppesen's debut novel Victims was praised by the Village Voice for its “artfully fractured vision of memory and escape,” and by Punk Planet for its masterful balance of “the laconic speech of teenagers with philosophical density.” In The Suiciders, Jeppesen ventures beyond any notion of fixed identity. The result is a dazzling, perversely accurate portrait of American life in the new century, conveyed as a post-punk nouveau roman.
Paperback$16.95 T ISBN: 9781584351252 232 pp. | 9 in x 6 in
There is violence and sex and plenty of blood spilled, but rather than totally numb the reader, the dark stuff enervates the brain, agitates and offends the reader, and then placates and pleases with those beautiful, ugly turns of phrase. The Suiciders may destroy everything they touch, but the destruction is creative.
Travis Jeppesen's novel of criminal teens hunting their truth through a media wasteland is furiously horny, drunk, stoned, hilarious, querulous, smart. He is a bad American for living abroad, but a great American novelist because of it, and because of his language, which bleeds from the heart. The Suiciders is the best book for a world in which the best readers are prisoners. Its words are violent, its sentences for life.
author of Witz and Four New Messages
Travis Jeppesen is one of the most interesting writers around.
author of Remainder and C.