Haunting, audacious, and undaunted, Shadowbahn is a winding and reckless ride through intersections of danger, destiny, and the conjoined halves of a ruptured nation. Meanwhile, Parker and Zema cross a possessed landscape by a mysterious detour no one knows, charted on a map that no one has seen. On the ninety-third floor, Jesse Presley-the stillborn twin of the most famous singer who ever lived-suddenly awakes, driven mad over the hours and days to come by a voice in his head that sounds like his but isn’t, and by the memory of a country where he survived in his brother’s place. A rumor overtakes the throng that someone can be seen in the high windows of the southern structure. To the hundreds, then thousands, then tens of thousands drawn to the “American Stonehenge”-including Parker and Zema, siblings on their way from Los Angeles to visit their mother in Michigan-the Towers seem to sing, even as everybody hears a different song. Haunting, audacious, and undaunted, Shadowbahn is a winding and reckless ride through intersections of danger, destiny, and the conjoined halves of a ruptured nation.When the Twin Towers suddenly reappear in the badlands of South Dakota twenty years after their fall, nobody can explain their return. On the ninety-third floor, Jesse Presley-the stillborn twin of the most famous singer who ever lived-suddenly awakes, driven mad over the hours and days tocome by a voice in his head that sounds like his but isn’t, and by the memory of a country where he survived in his brother’s place. to visit their mother in Michigan-the Towers seem to sing, even as everybody hears a different song. To the hundreds, then thousands, then tens of thousands drawn tothe “American Stonehenge”-including Parker and Zema, siblings on their way from L.A. I've read every novel he's ever written and I'll still never know how he does it: A tour-de-forcer's tour de force.' -Jonathan Lethem, Granta When the Twin Towers suddenly reappear in the Badlands of South Dakota twenty years after their fall, nobody can explain their return. In Shadowbahn, Steve Erickson weaves a playlist for the dying American century with his usual lucid-dreaming prose.

Shadowbahn by Steve Erickson