A Washington "tell-all"? from a "CIA insider"?
A "spy novel"? A "psychological thriller"?
Everything you always wanted to know about your nation's capitol,
but were afraid to ask?
This explosive debut novel is all those things, and more. But at its heart, it's a mystery:
The story of a senior editor at a top New York publishing house who begins receiving typewritten pages (he knows not why? how? or from whom?) and each new method of delivery is stranger than the last. The pages appear to be arriving in chronological order, and as a story begins to emerge, so does a growing feeling of deja vu…
Confident, as always, that what he's receiving is nothing more than the latest manuscript from yet another aspiring author who'll stop at nothing to land a book deal, the publishing world's most sought-after editor does his best to take it all in stride. No easy task, of course, considering this new guy appears to be a stalker tracking his every move.
The editor's closest friend and confidant (a reclusive and eccentric best selling novelist with a wild sense of humor) is soon drawn into the fray:
An ever deepening mystery that becomes more and more dangerous for the two men at every turn.
Whether it's squaring off with a tribe of cannibals in the Amazon, leaping from a plane in a shared parachute, or stumbling upon a treasure trove of America's most sensitive intel at the bottom of a buried treasure chest that hasn't been opened in 300 years, their mystery writer's world of murder and intrigue begins spilling over into theirs:
Page by page, secret by secret, the self-described "CIA insider" behind the typewriter – the shadowy character they jokingly call "Deep Throat" (the sexually-suggestive "code-name" for Watergate's secret informant) – begins pulling back the curtain on what he calls
"The Real Deep State"
"My goal was to develop a game plan for counterintelligence to 'go deep' like a nuclear submarine after a nuclear war has begun and the chain of command has been compromised. Where there might not even be a 'commander-in-chief' anymore."
"About 45 minutes after 45 was declared 'president-elect' I got the call."
Where no one in America was EVER supposed to hear what was said or what our president had agreed to do
"Our team had three nanobots video-recording from three different angles: the two men's faces, plus the football. Chills went down my spine watching the footage of how even the former KGB officer seemed surprised at his asset's "willingness" (no, that's not the right word) "EAGERNESS" to commit high treason."
"Nothing flashy: just a little Filovirus in the ventilation system of a Russian nuclear sub, timed for release upon reaching maximum depth"
FOR THE RECORD
This is semi-autobiographical, historical novel.
That means,
Most of the shit in this book is real.
– I'd say, 80-85%.
How do I know? Because I WAS THERE.
Why am I telling my story?
Because sunlight is the best disinfectant.
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