Misty Wilmot's world has collapsed. A former artist now trapped on a tourism-ravaged island, she numbs herself with alcohol and work as a hotel waitress while her contractor husband lies comatose following a suicide attempt. His clients won't let her forget it either—their lawsuits loom over threats tied to mysterious, vile messages scrawled across his renovation projects.
Then something shifts. Misty's paintbrush comes alive again, driving her into a fever of creation she can't explain. But this artistic awakening pulls her into a dangerous web far larger than herself, one where a conspiracy threatens hundreds of lives. What emerges is a pitch-black, wickedly funny novel that showcases Palahniuk at his most provocative and masterful—a story that cuts deep beneath the surface of American despair.
Then something shifts. Misty's paintbrush comes alive again, driving her into a fever of creation she can't explain. But this artistic awakening pulls her into a dangerous web far larger than herself, one where a conspiracy threatens hundreds of lives. What emerges is a pitch-black, wickedly funny novel that showcases Palahniuk at his most provocative and masterful—a story that cuts deep beneath the surface of American despair.