![]() ![]() ![]() “The edge is a shantytown filled with gold seekers, we are the new fugitives, and the law is skinny with hunger for us.” Inseparable for the season, Frankie and Zeke bond over their daddy issues and creative drive, then hatch a Banksy-like plan to cover their town in eerie guerrilla art that features one baffling phrase: When two teenagers - awkward, repressed wannabe writer Frankie and jittery, hermit-like aspiring illustrator Zeke - meet at a greased-watermelon competition at the Coalfield, Tennessee, public pool in the summer of 1996, they set in motion a kinship that informs the rest of their lives. Are you in or out? It’s a leading question, and it guides the course of Kevin Wilson’s fever dream of a new novel, Now Is Not the Time to Panic. ![]()
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