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Jess Walter, The New York Times’s bestseling writer “Beautiful Rupen”, is back with a new novel, “Gone far away” (Published by Harper Colins on 10 June). It is about RHYS Kinnick, who is a journalist who is staying away from the grid. But when his grandson is abducted by a right-wing militia, RHYS is forced into the world-and he accuses a wild adventure task to save them.
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Jess Walter’s “Gone Still” by Walter
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What happened to which
A prime girl still stood as a fadpost on the front porch of RHYS Kinnick. Next to him, a Gauli boy transferred his weight from snow boot to snow boot. Both children wore backpacks. On the stairs below them, a woman placed an umbrella against the rain.
This was a little girl who knocked. Kinik torn the door. He baffled through the dirty screen: “Magazine or chocolate bar?”
The girl, who was about ten, squeeted. “What did you say?” Was that missed? How long did Kisi talk to someone?
“I said, are you selling right young capitalists? Magazines or chocolate bar?”
“We are not selling anything,” the boy said. He appeared about six. “We are your grandchildren.”
A sound came from Kinnik’s throat – a panting, he could have written it when he wrote for a living. Absolutely He was his grandson. He did not really see his face. And this strange woman threw her on the steps. But now that he looked, he saw the family there, pronunciation in the upper lips, and deep sets, searching the eyes. No, it was clearly lia and ashars. Christ! When did he see them? He tried to remember, stress to apply a rapid muded concept: time. His daughter brought him here for a short journey. When was it, three years ago? Four?
Somehow, these were No Stranger selling candy for his school. These were their GrandsonRice meat and blood meat and blood, its only child, Bethni. But six and more than ten. It was necessary to find out the work of more muddled time.
“Mr. Kinik?” The woman was now speaking with an umbrella.
“Yes,” he said. “I am which.” He again addressed the children. “Hai … everything is … are you …” thoughts came very quickly to be around his mouth. He opened the door widely. “Where is your mother?” “We are not sure,” Lia said. “Mother had left a few days ago. She said she would return in a week. Shane left her yesterday to find her.” It was thirteen-Sier-Old Lih. Her father Bethani’s old lover was sluggish dug, who was out of the picture.
Boy, eight, no nineYou were the child of nine -year -old Ashra S ** Tad Shane.
Oh, the puzzle of time – and the taste of the beethany in men.
Kinik saw the woman behind her grandson. She was black, with big round glasses, in her thirtyth decade, if she had to guess, her daughter’s age broadly. She climbed the final step on the porch.
“I am Anna Gains,” said the woman. “My husband and I live in the same apartment complex as Bethani and Shane. This morning, Lia came with it.” He placed an envelope. On that, it was written in Sharpi in Bethani’s handwriting: “For Anna.” Below him: “In terms of emergency.”
“Mother left it in the closet,” Lia said, “in one of my snow shoes.” Kinik opened the front screen, came out and took an envelope. He removed the same sheet of handwritten paper from both sides in a clean, backward tilt script of Bethani. He patted his shirt pocket for him
Readers, then squint to make notes:
Dear Anna. If you are reading it, I had to leave in a hurry. I know there is a lot to ask, but can you take children to my father, rice kinik. He is a disinterest …
Kinik saw. “I am not a recluse.” He looked down and started reading again.
Dear Anna. If you are reading it, I had to leave in a hurry. I know there is a lot to ask, but can you take children to my father, rice kinik. He is a recluse who cut the contact with our family …
“I didn’t contact.” It was- “RHYS felt that his blood was rising.” But his grandchildren just kept staring at them, obviously in the nuance and complexity as everyone else in the world. Kinik again grunted and went back to read.
Dear Anna. If you are reading it, I had to leave in a hurry. I know there is a lot to ask, but can you take children to my father, rice kinik. He is a disinterest who cuts contact with our family and now lives in squall …
“Squaler?” Kinik looked around her covered front porch. “Squaler?” In a corner, a broken old refrigerator was stood next to a boat and car battery heap and a burnt inverter generator; In the second corner, his old wrinkled washing machine and a single clothline, from which a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt were hung. “What is this? In terms of emergency, find my father and make him feel terrible about yourself?,
His grandchildren kept staring. Kinik started groaning again, then resumed to read, this time vowed to make it through the entire letter.
Excerpt from “Gon” by Jess Walter. Copyright 2025 by Jess Walter. Published with permission from Harper Collins publishers.
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