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|Greentown PL - Greentown||AF MOSHFEGH (Text)||75342000087909||Adult Fiction||Available||-|
|Jefferson Co PL - Madison Main Branch||FICTION MOSH (Text)||39391006919698||Fiction||Available||-|
|Princeton PL - Princeton||M Moshfegh (Text)||30890000716488||New Adult Materials Upper level||Available||-|
- ISBN: 9780525522768
- ISBN: 052552276X
- Physical Description: 147 pages ; 20 cm
- Publisher: New York : Penguin Books, 2019.
- Copyright: ©2014
Originally published: Albany, NY : Fence Books, 2014.
Salem, Massachusetts, 1851: McGlue is in the hold, still too drunk to be sure of name or situation or orientation--he may have killed a man. That man may have been his best friend. Intolerable memory accompanies sobriety.
Winner of the Believer Book Award.
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