“Returning apprehensively to his home town of Thune, writer Clay Reston endeavors to document the early years of enigmatic musician, and fellow Thune native, Marvis Jedd. At every turn, he is reminded of the many reasons they both left as soon as they could.”
Forsaken Press is proud to present Ken Dixon’s satirical, absurdist comedy, The Roots of Marvis Jedd. Now available on Amazon, Smashwords, Kobo, Apple Books, Scribd, OverDrive, Tolino, Gardners, Baker and Taylor and Bibliotheca CloudLibrary.
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B082FY5R69
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The Roots of Marvis Jedd is a satirical, somewhat absurdist portrayal of small town life in the American mid-west. Baring similarities to the work of existential philosopher Albert Camus, journalist Clay Reston struggles to find a sense of meaning and purpose to his own existence and the people and events taking place around him.
When Clay Reston returns home to Thune, a place he despises, he finds the small town hasn’t changed at all in the fifteen years he’s been gone, the place and the people are exactly the same as he remembers it, much to his chagrin. But Clay hasn’t returned to Thune to reminiscence on the good old days, or reunite with old friends, he has returned, somewhat reluctantly, to write a biography chronicling the early years of the career of Thune’s most famous son, the mysterious musician, Marvis Jedd. Running into many colourful characters along the way, both familiar and unknown to him, Clay is reminded of what makes Thune such an enigmatic place.
“The town itself looked like a bunch of big tossed dice. Nothing was planned and if you didn’t grow up there you may as well give up trying to find what you were looking for. No one would help you because it was really none of their business. That attitude goes a long way toward explaining why Thune never really found its niche as a tourist mecca; “Who cares?” would never have made it as a slogan.”
“For a reason known only to him, old Arvil liked to plant himself right out in front of his property just to glare at whoever drove by. I think that’s pretty much all he did, except when LuAnne would get him to come inside and eat his lunch. With all that practice, he got that glare down to a science and it really was something to see. If you gave even the slightest thought to stopping in Thune, chances were good that you would keep right on going once Arvil got a bead on you. “
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