Alex Bushnell's life was bland, carefree, and safe, working for a medium-sized San Francisco newspaper, until one night it went all wrong. A chance meeting with a girl at a party, a single night of excess, and suddenly Alex's life spiraled out of control. Hooked on heroin and a girl he can't shake, Alex battles to find himself and the life he so quickly lost.
All The Hippes Are Dead is a drug-fueled, sex-crazed coming-of-age novel like no other, placing Henning firmly in the cult-classic district of the literary map.
©2011 Keith Henning (P)2012 Keith Henning
Instead of reciting a bunch of events strung together to "report" the character's experience relying on pointed explicit language to carry the weight of "suspense", I wish the author would have adopted a more colorful or seductive style to tell the story rather than recite recollections of riveting events.
The tempo and tambre of his voice along with the cigarette lighting throughout the great story telling.
The "language" used to describe a frank description of a dark underworld we rarely hear about written "clinically" like a "Grey's Anatomy of Heroine addiction" was a drag to a good story line. (wishing author had a more seductive or colorful delivery). The narrator saved it and kept me engaged. The story was more recited (in printed writing style) than told.
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