The Gospel According to Lucian Winesapor, Seventeen Apples and a Cool Gun
Two boys were born in the same bed on the same February morning in 1846, eleven minutes apart, in a mining town in southeast Missouri. One of them lit the room. The other one lived the light of it. They never spoke — not once in fifty-one years — until the afternoon one of them fired at the other from eleven feet.
Assembled sixty years later from wax cylinders, coroners' returns, minute books, prison ledgers and eleven letters, it is a novel written as a true account: sourced, counted, footnoted in the margins, and refusing to tell you the one thing it cannot prove.




