Matthew Baker was born in Michigan. He grew up in a house in the woods where the trees were as tall as towers. He and the neighbor kids ran wild through the woods with rusted machetes and homemade spears. One summer they built a trap-dug a pit in the ground, tossed stinkweed from the creek into the bottom of the pit, then covered the hole with sticks and leaves, and ran off to wait for something to fall in-they were hoping to catch some sort of monster. Instead, they caught a parent. (Some might argue that's the same thing.) IF YOU FIND THIS is his first novel. Visit him online at www.mwektaehtabr.com.
« Bienvenue, cher visiteur, dans une nation fière et chargée d’Histoire. Quand vous reposerez ce guide, regardez autour de vous. Une nation n’est pas une terre. Une nation, ce sont ses habitants. » « Matthew Baker peint avec un œil avisé le mythe américain, entre usure et fantasme....
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