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I'm a book, and you should read me. Hey, even better, why don't you BUY me, then read me? I was written by a drunk degenerate pigfucker named Ben Olson who has no real style of his own, but instead he rips it off from the greats.Wanderlost deals with the Non-Generation, a bullshit label attached to a small group of idiots that once lived in a fictional town called Northsaint. It is the story of Max Manchester, a 25-year-old anti-hero in search of the soul and substance he feels lacking in his generation. He escapes and buys an Amtrak Rail Pass that allows him to travel around the country on the train for one month. From this vantage point - sitting in a train car with melancholy face looking out the window - Manchester tries to observe what's happening in America today.The spontaneous prose mixes with sketches of the road, the wild nights play off the melancholy moments of despair... it's a personal piece of work that tries to ask the important question: what is it that the seekers seek?There are flaws... after all, this book was written in only 37 days in a cloud of whiskey and cigarette smoke. But it's a truthful piece of work that makes an effort. You can by it on Amazon.com , or BarnesandNoble.com , and other bookstores in north Idaho like Vanderford's or Common Knowledge. You can also check out the publisher's website here .
Here's what people are saying about "Wanderlost":
"Reading your novel is not in the cards for me, I'm afraid. Good luck and feel fine!"
--Tom Robbins--
“The journey takes the reader not just through evocative descriptions of the changing landscape, but through the highly charged and personal musings of a young writer as he grapples with which direction he wants to go. Gritty and at times graphically intense, it is also a witty, insightful and humorous exploration of how to balance freedom with obligation and what it means to be a young American in the 21st century.”
--Sandpoint Reader--
“In the same vein of Jack Kerouac and Hunter S. Thompson, here is a writer howling at the American landscape and destined to become an American writer of significance. The torch has been passed…”
--Nate Jordon--
Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poets
“PLEASE buy this book – get this fucking guy off my couch!”
--Marisa Fenarjian--
Allows Olson to Sleep on Her Couch
“This man will not live to see 30… It’s a new movement, a movement like I’ve never seen before… art for bums… Ignore his hard drinking, his distorted politics and his hair-brained theories, his utter grimness, his cathartic experiences, his constant cycling between satori and ennui and go straight to the humanness of his work, wherein Max, this uncommon common man, makes common mistakes in a messy world.”
--Erin Brannigan--
Former Professional Racquetball Player
Art Thief, Master of Bullshit
An Ordinary Man Himself
"Never heard of it."
--Gas Station Attendant--
Chevron - San Francisco, CA
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This is a 1908 Underwood #5 I scored from Dan Shook - this is the before picture.