Some stories get published. Some get buried. And some get hidden in the footnotes, ninety-four words at a time.
When a regional media conglomerate commissions its own authorized history, it hands the contract to the three journalists it already destroyed. Delia, Calvin, and Priya are broke, uninsured, and professionally adrift - and they take the money, because of course they do. What they deliver is exactly what was promised: flattering, polished, corporate-approved prose.
What they also deliver is something else entirely.
Unfolding over one surreal autumn of bad coffee, worse faith, and increasingly elaborate academic citations, this is a story about what happens when the people who know the truth are handed the microphone - and choose to use it very, very carefully.
Wickedly funny and quietly devastating, this novel asks what journalism actually costs, who gets to write history, and whether a footnote can outlast the institution that tried to make sure it wouldn't.
The record is still being written. Pick up your copy today.