The last book book I read was “A Sunday by the Pool in Kigali“. After this horrifying account of Rwanda, I was ready for some good old-fashioned hippy lit about a bunch of people who just want to kill themselves. Earle does a great job of setting up his main characters, establishing place and giving us enough reason to stick around for the finish.
I liked “I’ll never get out of here alive” for a lot of the same reasons why I liked “Jim Giraffe“. These are slightly surreal, quirky, easy-to-read novels about unbelievable things happening to very believable characters. It’s fun.
Here’s what the Guardian had to say: Steve Earle‘s debut novel borrows the title of Williams’s final, posthumous release; though some would say it’s a minor miracle that Earle is still around to participate in this world at all. In the early 1990s, Earle’s songwriting career derailed in spectacular fashion when he received a jail term for drugs and firearms offences. But at the age of 56 he has settled into his seventh marriage (two of which were to the same woman), while joining Kinky Friedman and Rosanne Cash among the small but distinguished corpus of country musicians with parallel literary careers.
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