New Dark Ages (X Gang Series #2)

by Warren Kinsella

Overview

The X Gang face off with Earl Turner, a presidential candidate straight out of their nightmares.

It is a dangerous, divisive time in America. A far-right political candidate is seeking the presidency and stirring up hatred against minorities. The X Gang, meanwhile, have lost one of their friends to that presidential candidate — and are encountering manifestations of hate practically everywhere they go.

With his band, the Hot Nasties, about to embark on its first North American tour, and several recent murders in the punk scene linked to its gigs, Kurt Blank and the rest of the X Gang have some difficult decisions to make.

New Dark Ages is about surviving in a nasty, brutish, and short-sighted time — and whether one should just go along or fight back.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781459742154
Publisher:	Dundurn Press
Publication date:	12/04/2018
Series:	X Gang Series , #2
Pages:	320
Product dimensions:	5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.80(d)
Age Range:	14 - 17 Years

About the Author

Warren Kinsella is an author, musician, lawyer, and political consultant. Recipe for Hate, is book one in the X Gang series. Warren plays bass in a punk rock group called SFH and runs the popular blog The War Room. He lives in Toronto.

Read an Excerpt

Prologue

Hello, you bastard.

It was hard to believe. Like a bad fucking movie. But it was happening, right there, right then, right in front of our eyes.

It was that night. The night before the last day.

I looked over at X, and his eyes — one pupil dilated, one not, as always — were squinting at the TV. His fists were clenched. He looked pissed, as if he was going to punch the screen or something.

The TV cast a bluish glow over my non-family’s family room. My mother was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, and she was watching, too. She had her arms crossed, but she seemed to be nodding about some of the things being said. By him.

I looked back at the TV, and at Earl Turner, who was still standing behind the podium in downtown Portland. There was an American flag on the front of the podium, and below that, in big block letters, was the word RIGHT. His slogan. His word.

As usual, Turner was wearing a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. As usual, his regimental tie was loose at the neck. You could tell he worked out. Behind him, an enthusiastic crowd of supporters were assembled. They were clapping and nodding their heads.

X and I weren’t really watching Turner. We were watching one of the people just behind him who was clapping and nodding his head, just like the rest of the assembled crowd.

I could not fucking believe this shit. I hated it. And hate was what Earl Turner’s speech was all about, pretty much. It usually was. Hate for refugees and immigrants and welfare moms and anyone, basically, who didn’t look like Earl Turner and his friends. Hate dressed up in fine-sounding words about patriotism and family and country and all that horseshit. Hate was Earl Turner’s thing, and it had brought him to this, his big moment. The confetti and the balloons — red, white, and blue — were ready to be dropped from above.

Turner was coming to the big wind-up in his speech. He always ended it the same way. “America,” he said, his booming voice sounding tinny on my mother’s old RCA. “America is for Americans. America is for the righteous. America is for the bold. America is for those who believe in God, those who love God, those who fear God. America isn’t for everyone. America is for normal people like us!” He paused, a big fist hovering above the podium. We couldn’t see them, but the crowd at the hotel had started to chant: “RIGHT RIGHT! RIGHT! RIGHT! RIGHT!”

Midway through — and this had happened before — “RIGHT!” changed, and the crowd started to chant a different word: “WHITE! WHITE! WHITE! WHITE! WHITE!”

Earl Turner smiled, that big square-jawed quarterback all-American douchebag smile of his, and waved for the crowd to settle down. “Right,” he said. “Right is …”

The crowd screamed as one, like a beast. “WHITE!”

Earl Turner leaned into the gaggle of network microphones. He smiled. This was his moment. This was it. He had won. He knew it. Everyone knew it.

He started to speak. It was the part of the speech about how God “created” America. At that point, the young guy behind him — the one we’d been watching — stepped forward. He was wearing a white shirt and tie, just like his hero. We could see his broad, freckled face clearly. At that moment, Turner saw him, too, and clapped a big hand on the young man’s shoulder.

It was our friend, Danny. When he was drumming in my band, his stage name had been Danny Hate. He looked different now. He was different. He and Turner looked at each other and smiled, like father and son, like some fucking Norman Rockwell painting. Behind me and X, my mother whispered just one word: “Danny.”

The crowd kept on cheering, calling out RIGHT and WHITE. They were screaming it.

“Enough,” said X, and that was all he said.

Editorial Reviews

10/29/2018
Set in the late 1970s, Kinsella’s sequel to 2017’s Recipe for Hate awkwardly blends a heavy-handed alternate history political plotline with the search for a serial killer. Earl Turner, a junior congressman from Maine, has rocketed to the top of the Republican presidential field with his America for Americans theme and his racist slogan “Right is White.” The X Gang, “a group of young punk rockers who clash with those who peddle racism and hate,” are disheartened that one of their own, who performed under the stage name of Danny Hate, has become the demagogue’s right-hand man. Meanwhile, Theresa Laverty, a “stunningly beautiful lesbian FBI agent,” and NYPD cop Pete Schenk are on the trail of a murderer who has killed two people in Manhattan and one in Ottawa. All three victims attended a concert by the Hot Nasties, a Portland, Maine, punk rock quartet. The two story lines predictably intersect. Readers will struggle to suspend disbelief about a post-Watergate America embracing an over-the-top Trump caricature. (Dec.)

Publishers Weekly

This fast paced, engaging and entertaining read is also extremely timely, and one we should all pay attention to as we sadly witness the rise of a dangerous new form of alt-fascism.

Pennywise Jim Lindberg

Kinsella’s book explodes off the page from the start...a dark and engrossing tale of punk-rock heroes fighting for justice.

for Recipe for Hate Booklist

This book will hit home for older, politically aware teens looking for a story of unconventional heroes rising up against reckless hate.

Booklist

New Dark Ages takes readers into a world not often explored in teen literature — punk rock culture of the early 1980s.

CM Magazine

This book will hit home for older, politically aware teens looking for a story of unconventional heroes rising up against reckless hate.

Booklist

This fast paced, engaging and entertaining read is also extremely timely, and one we should all pay attention to as we sadly witness the rise of a dangerous new form of alt-fascism.

Pennywise — Jim Lindberg

This fast paced, engaging and entertaining read is also extremely timely, and one we should all pay attention to as we sadly witness the rise of a dangerous new form of alt-fascism.

Pennywise — Jim Lindberg