Citizen Vince: A Novel

Citizen Vince: A Novel

Jess Walter

Language: English

Pages: 304

ISBN: 0060394412

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


One day you know more dead people that live ones...

Jess Walter is a writer with a rare talent for finding humanity and emotional truths in lives lived on both sides of the law. With his third novel, Citizen Vince, Walter has crafted a story as inventive as it is suspenseful -- an irresistible tale about the price of freedom and the mystery of salvation.

It's the fall of 1980, eight days before a presidential election that pits the downtrodden Jimmy Carter against the suspiciously sunny Ronald Reagan ("Are you better off than you were four years ago?"). In a quiet house in Spokane, Washington, Vince Camden wakes up at 1:59 a.m., pockets his weekly stash of stolen credit cards, and drops in on an all-night poker game with his low-life friends on his way to his witness-protection job dusting crullers at Donut Make You Hungry. This is the sum of Vince's new life: donuts, forged credit cards, marijuana smuggled in jars of volcanic ash, and a neurotic hooker girlfriend who dreams of being a real estate agent.

But when a familiar face shows up in town, Vince realizes that no matter how far you think you've run from your past . . . it's always close behind you. Over the course of the next unforgettable week, on the run from Spokane to New York's Lower East Side, Vince Camden will negotiate a maze of obsessive cops, eager politicians, and emerging mobsters, only to find that redemption might just exist in -- of all places -- a voting booth.

Darkly funny and surprisingly hopeful, Citizen Vince is the story of a charming crook chasing the biggest score of his life: a second chance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ash to Boise and Portland, where two guys he knows will sift the dope out, stomp it, and sell it. Then the beauty part: they’ll actually sell the ash to tourists! That part always makes him smile. Usually you have to hire mules to drive the shit, and you just live with them undercutting you—selling some off, smoking more. And you always have to worry that they’ll get busted and give up your name. No: if you can get the U.S. government to mule it for you, it cuts your shipping costs to about eight

ash to Boise and Portland, where two guys he knows will sift the dope out, stomp it, and sell it. Then the beauty part: they’ll actually sell the ash to tourists! That part always makes him smile. Usually you have to hire mules to drive the shit, and you just live with them undercutting you—selling some off, smoking more. And you always have to worry that they’ll get busted and give up your name. No: if you can get the U.S. government to mule it for you, it cuts your shipping costs to about eight

From there, he takes a key and an empty manila envelope. “Wait here,” he says. “I gotta go downstairs.” There is a trapdoor in the back. Vince lowers himself down a ladder, to a close, dark space—something between a basement and a crawl space. He pulls a string and a single bulb lights the dirt floor and foundation walls. The floor is littered with sprung rat traps, concrete bags, and old coffee cans, and in the far corner a pile of empty oil tins, flour crates, and sugar bags. Vince pushes the

is his address.” Dupree shows Vince the notebook as if he needs proof of what he’s saying. Vince raises his hands like a magician finishing a trick. “That’s me. I’m Vince.” “Really?” Dupree smiles. “You’re Vince Camden? Now, this is a coincidence.” Ray and Len stand dumbly on the curb. “Who are your friends?” Dupree asks. “Criminals,” Vince says. There is a split second of tension that Vince breaks with laughter. They laugh like dominoes: Vince, then Dupree, then Ray, and finally Lenny, who

Vince Camden. Dupree reads about stolen credit cards and stolen cars and stolen property and stolen checkbooks, but there’s something missing. The last entry in the file is a brief investigator’s report (…based on his environment and his seeming lack of remorse, Hagen is a likely threat to re-offend…) prepared for the prosecutor in the case. Clipped to it is a four-page excerpt from an FBI wiretap in which two unidentified suspects were overheard saying they had to find someone to “take care” of

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