A Very Minor Prophet: A Novel
A Very Minor Prophet is the story of how Barth Flynn a barista swimming upstream against purposelessness in Portland Oregon becomes the faithful scribe of Joseph Patrick Booker. Booker is a dwarf preacher who serves Voodoo donuts Stumptown coffee and while his congregation throws PBR cans at him rants about George W. Bush during the height of the 2004 presidential election. Barth's Portland is a world of bikes zines and cheap beer but it's also a confined world full of the desperate search to find meaning. In this lonely setting Barth passes time learning trivial details like the dozens of Gaelic words for rain. During Barth's quest for human connection he meets the passionate Booker who sees light in the gray world and strives to help people think and believe in something and to find connections with each other.
Barth's fascination with Booker becomes a friendship that comes to define his life as he discovers himself his city and his budding feelings for an enigmatic bike messenger who helps distribute Booker's gospel in the form of zines.
A Very Minor Prophet is a comic novel a gospel an ode to great coffee a story of great friendship great love and of a man waking up in Portland Oregon to realize his life and his story is just beginning.
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