Basement

9 Mar

Greenburg was like a lot of northeastern towns. It was bankrupt, ugly and filled with ignorant people. The healthy ones fled and the maimed, in-bred and elderly stayed behind. Businesses failed. Job lot stores, secondhand shops and filthy, dimly lit restaurants did their best to extract nickels and dimes from the populace. If a newspaper was blowing and tumbling down Main Street in a humid wind, it was more often than not the Star Weekly.

But Greenburg had something that other more successful towns didn’t: a preponderance of basements with high ceilings.


Basement

A novel by Mark Rogers

(2002)

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