hallelujah!

My book “Hallelujah!”, a dark and twisted depression-era satire about faith, is here! https://www.amazon.com/Hallelujah-Paul-Brad-Logan/dp/B09B3S2MKW/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&qid=1630498860&refinements=p_27%3APaul+Brad+Logan&s=books&sr=1-2&text=Paul+Brad+Logan

I love characters who can’t seem to fit into the “normal” world no matter how hard they try, and I love characters who only seem to make bad situations worse. In this book, that’s Harold Felch. He’s one part Josef K and two parts Jerry Lundegaard. And the only way he can possibly escape his predicament is by an act of God. So his fingers are crossed that is what will happen.

Here is what it’s all about. In a small desert town during the year 1936, Harold Felch finds himself in a predicament. Harold needs money. Quite a bit of it too. In an attempt to strike it rich, Harold lost everything. To cover his losses, he borrowed money from E.Z., the town’s ruthless loan shark, but that quickly exacerbated his predicament.

To make matters worse, Harold is stricken with a curse: doubt. Doubt in himself, doubt in his family and doubt in the prophetic ten-year-old preacher at his church, the one called Pastor Salver.

The boy preacher had received visions of a great flood, which he, in turn, brought to his congregation. An ark would be their salvation. The congregation joyfully shouted, “Hallelujah!” Harold would have rejoiced too, were it not for his doubt about Salver’s intentions.

The more Harold tries to get out of his mess, the more mess he makes. And his doubt about everything spins into outright madness. This leads Harold into an even messier mess, as he becomes a bungling detective in an effort to get to the bottom of Pastor Salver’s prophecy while evading E.Z.’s vengeful wrath.

Existential dread has never been so much fun. Hallelujah!

I sincerely appreciate your interest in the book. It is kind of crazy to spend a year alone working on something with no idea what will come of it. And no matter what you do, there are no guarantees. So you (or I) try to constantly remind yourself (myself) that it’s the act of writing that is the reason you do it. Because it’s what you love. And that’s true, but maybe only half true. Yes, it is insanely fun to sit down and invent a world and spend a year inside it with characters who entertain you and surprise you. But the other half is the excitement of sharing this part of yourself. It’s a real thrill knowing other people might also get to engage in this world and have a meaningful experience while doing so.

So thank you for making the other half of this experience truly wonderful.