A BLUEGRASS TALL TALE ABOUT THE JERSEY DEVIL

On the night of an annual appetite contest called “I 8 the Devil,” Daisy Dirt finds something strange – winged and antlered, wounded but alive – in the dumpster behind Lucille’s Luncheonette (aka the Devil’s Diner). With the help of a Piney palm reader named Effie and a piece of magic muscle meat from the basement game locker, Daisy evades a villainous poacher named Tasty (Murder) and risks everything to save it.

Think Pine Barrens “Our Town” meets E.T., with a shoulder-shot cryptid instead of a stranded extraterrestrial, deer hunters instead of federal agents, and a portal that opens above the Apple Pie Hill fire tower after a midnight lightening strike instead of an alien mothership shaped like a Christmas tree ornament. All backed by a high lonesome sound.

“There is no one remotely like Alex Dawson in Gothic New Jersey or anywhere else. A riveting, one-of-a-kind storyteller.” Joyce Carol Oates, The Gravedigger’s Daughter 

 “Stunning. With a muscular, train chugging lyricism. Boom chicka boom. Jim Henson meets Johnny Cash. Their Devil mixes the Wendigo with Gossamer from Bugs Bunny and the titular animal from your favorite boy and dog or girl and horse book. A hairy, humped, knuckle dragger with black, unblinking eyes that somehow convey a wealth of emotion. This story will break your heart.” Lev Grossman, The Magicians, The Bright Sword

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