If you have trouble reading the small print in a beach-sized novel, I am pleased to report you can now buy a Vice Report in a large print edition.
It looks awesome bigger, I think, because Leslie Peterson Sapp’s gorgeous cover art fills up the room more. This one looks great on my bookshelf.
Things are rough right now in the Fourth Estate. Why not take a peak behind the scenes?
As Mona Breen, my protagonist, puts it:
“I refused to give up. It felt like walking toward death. If carrion feeders are the only thing left of the fourth estate, and Vice Report is Queen of the Carrion Feeders, we had to become the fourth estate, didn’t we?
Who else was going to do it?
A country was fucked without a working fourth estate. Sure, we were burnt out and fucked over, but couldn’t we pull some sort of superhero, rise-from-the-ashes type maneuver here? Maybe the carrion feeders—that’s right, motherfucker, us—are about to come out of the crapper and kick some ass?”
Or, paraphrasing Dorothy Parker, “Writing is the best revenge.”