We immediately see a fat guy who is doing something fucked up to a doll that's also sort of alive, and Johnstone tosses in that the guy is basically a child rapist. Victory is apparently not a real city, BUT Missouri has a Liberty AND a Freedom. His aunt sucked, but I guess Jay was the closest thing she had to an heir. So he goes back to Victory, MO to claim an inheritance.
Spoilers? I put a question mark because I'm not sure that I'll be able to reassemble what I read, and because I don't know if telling anyone what happens in this book spoils it, per se. I'm now going to attempt to summarize the plot. almost felt like Johnstone submitted the first third, then got an advance, used it for cocaine, forgot about the whole thing, and the night before it was due, put it all together, shipped it off, and whoever was proofing it was like, "Fuck it, this is my last day, let's just put the apostrophes mostly in the right places and I'm outta this hellhole!" The first third or so was pretty amazing. Let's be clear, I fully expected a great, big pile of shit.
almost felt like Johnstone submitted the first third, then got an advance, used it for cocaine, forgot about the whole thing, and the night before it was due, put it all together, shipped it off, and whoever was proofing it was like, "Fuck it, this is my last day, let's just put the apostrophes mostly in the right pl What a great, big pile of shit! What a great, big pile of shit! Let's be clear, I fully expected a great, big pile of shit. Not the painted-on dolly smiles or the garish clown colors-or the tiny hands that were dripping with bright red blood.more Now, his Aunt Cary was dead, and it's all been left to him-the house, the furniture, every last piece of her collection. Twenty years of trying to forget that night-that hellish night of unimaginable horror. Twenty years had passed since Jay Clute set foot in Victory, Missouri. But instead he had been terrified by their staring eyes and limp arms. When he was a kid, his Aunt Cary's toy collection should have been a child's paradise. Twenty years of trying to forget that night-that hel There they were, just as he remembered.
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