Kill The Engine: a rough-draft novel - Couverture souple

Clark, Kiley Jon

 
9781523231508: Kill The Engine: a rough-draft novel

Synopsis

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ An Unofficial, Haunting Thought-Experiment — Bromden’s Story Doesn’t End at the Fence

First and foremost: Kill The Engine: A Rough-Draft Novel is not an official sequel to One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
It’s not affiliated with Ken Kesey.
It’s not canon.
It’s something more dangerous — and maybe more necessary.
It’s a thought experiment.
An imagined continuation of what might have happened after Bromden ran through the glass, into the night, into a world that didn’t know what to do with men like him.

This "rough-draft novel" is gritty, raw, and unpolished — on purpose. It follows Chief Bromden into a world that's just as crazy, just as brutal as the one he escaped. Finding work. Finding housing. Finding a way to keep breathing while the ghosts of the ward still rattle inside his head.

It’s not a clean, heroic return to life. It's messy. It's heartbreaking.
Bromden’s son comes next — fighting his own demons. Then the grandson.
And when the grandson winds up back inside another asylum, staring up at the same fluorescent lights... you realize:
The machine’s still running.
The engine was never just inside the walls of the ward.
It’s everywhere.

Kill The Engine reads like Bromden's voice: heavy, broken in places, full of silence and flashes of poetry.
You don’t race through it — you drag yourself with him, chapter after chapter, through the heavy fog of memory, pain, and stubborn, impossible hope.

This isn’t a feel-good book.
This is a feel-everything book.
If you ever wondered what happens after the last page of Cuckoo’s Nest — this imagined journey feels honest enough to hurt, real enough to matter.

Brutal. Beautiful. Necessary.
But remember: this is a tribute, a what-if, not an official continuation.
It’s a rough draft of the American nightmare we’re still trying to wake up from.

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Présentation de l'éditeur

"When Grandfather died that day. I hoisted him up onto the scaffolding and set it on fire. This is the way all Grandfather’s people have given their spirits to the wind, by being buried in the sky. But the Engine’s got special sensors on the trees. Devices that detect right away when Indians are up to ‘no good’. It wasn’t long before the hills were running over with the white man’s jeeps, cars, four-wheelers, and even a helicopter."

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