In Puckett's adroit new literary novel, a schizophrenic detective, Mack Harris, befriends a novelist across the hall in his apartment building in Manhattan. After a series of supposed deaths, Mack has to figure out why his reality has been so subverted. Who is Chloe? Who is the Little Man Crunch?
In this writer's labyrinth of words never seeming what they are, Mack begins to develop an actual life outside the character he is in the book. And the question becomes: who is in control here, character or novelist? Who, really, is Mack? For that matter, who is Mark Damon Puckett?
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I read The Killer Detective Novelist in one sitting.Every word is deliberate and meaningful; not a sentence is wasted. And each new page brought new questions- to me, to the protagonist, and to the so-called novelist. Was Mack a killer, a detective or just a weirdo obsessed with dead bodies? Was there a novelist living across the hall or was he just a delusion? This metafictional masterpiece gave me the feeling that Mack might very well join me at my desk and ask me if I was real or not real.Bravo Mark Damon Puckett! I savored the tongue pleasing words that forced me, on more than one occasion, to query my iphone's dictionary app. My only complaint is that 111 pages weren't nearly enough of Mack. I empathized with him, and laughed out loud at some of the flawless descriptions of the people he encounters. Struggling with him to put together the different arcs that formed his misshapen circle of reality, only made his revelation in the end that much sweeter. I enjoyed every minute of it!