New Novel Pokes Fun At Woke America

New Book Lacerates Mad Contemporary America

By James Terminiello

Satire should not just be the province of those with a left leaning perspective. In Junkyard a young man, Macklyn Farrago, ventures into an auto graveyard and encounters a strange elderly man, Mr. Abbas, who has built a most extraordinary vehicle – a composite of all vehicles from around the world designed symbolize something wonderful for humankind. 

The trouble is… it doesn’t work. 

Charmed, the young man attempts to get the depressed older man some publicity. In doing so, he inadvertently triggers a world-wide, semi-religious, semi-millennial craze over the old man, his creation, and his mission — fueled, coddled, manipulated, and magnified by the grasping media billionaire Sebastian El Dorado, fresh from launching a planetary fast food craze. Farrago and Abbas set out on a cross country quest to find a man, alien hunter Wyatt Avery Tontine now wracked with dementia, who may hold the answers for Abbas. 

Dogged and hounded along the way, the pair encounter a chilling ecumenical getaway, a bizarre meditative garden, a deranged college campus, conniving descendants of the first Americans, a weekly end-times cult, a museum of mass killers, a rogue MI6 agent, and, just possibly, true love. Oh, and an unexpected encounter with a reluctant alien. 

It's a fast, biting, and funny tour of mad America in the first half of the 21st Century.

https://www.amazon.com/Junkyard-James-Terminiello/dp/1800169329/ref=sr_1_5?qid=1695752947&refinements=p_27%3AJames+Terminiello&s=books&sr=1-5


https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/junkyard-james-terminiello/1144110679?ean=9781800169326










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