Ain’t Never No Snow in Atlantis

(Kallisto Gaia Press, Austin, TX; November 2024)

• Runner-up for the Joshua Tree Novel Prize

• Finalist for the Elixir Press Fiction Award

• Semifinalist for the James Jones First Novel Fellowship

“A feral sense of humor that pushes all our buttons without crossing any red lines, a task too many writers have turned away from… Equal parts Terry Southern, Oscar Zeta Acosta, and Thomas Pynchon.”—Kirk Lynn, author of Rules for Werewolves

“Psychedelic and hilarious neo-noir written with a biting and insightful voice… East Texas in media is often this gritty, but nowhere is it this funny.”—Burke de Boer, author of North, to Hell!

“Pay careful attention even as you’re chortling at the dialogue, because this mystery story is as twisty as a Caddo Lake bayou and as slippery as a water moccasin.”—Stephen Harrigan, bestselling author of The Gates of the Alamo

“A dark, hilarious meditation on our disturbing moment along the Texas Holocene timeline. What we have here is nothing short of the emergence of a deep East Texas Harry Crews.”—Kevin Russell, frontman for Shinyribs and The Gourds

Sam Sorrow, legendary agitator of the Alt-Country scene, was on his way to mega-hit stardom when he lost his voice, his wife, and his one-sided battle with tequila. Then he gets the call: his adoptive gay dad has drowned under dodgy circumstances in his hometown of Atlantis—a boggy little East Texas hamlet known for its football, rampant racism, Bigfoot, and little else. Sam sets a course to avenge the murder with help from his perennially missing ecoterrorist-cum-stripper girlfriend and uncovers a world of maniacal meth lords, corrupt cops, a silent assassin with a penchant for Hawaiian shirts, a former NFL lineman turned swamp prophet, and a Bigfoot-adjacent subaquatic pyramid that just might actually exist.