Welcome to Christiania (Short-Ish: Novellas + Essays) - Softcover

" Fred Leebron is one of the best writers working today. If you haven't read him yet, this beautifully written novel is the one to get first." - Jenny Offill"

Fred Leebron is one of the best writers working today. If you haven't read him yet, this beautifully written novel is the one to get first." - Jenny Offill

"Take a pinch of Dostoevsky's Notes from Underground, another of Denis Johnson's Jesus' Son, sprinkle in a little Breece D'J Pancake, roll it all together and you might be getting close to the dark, heady buzz of Fred Leebron's WELCOME TO CHRISTIANIA. Except even those affinities don't do justice to this singular book--its prose, popping and fizzing like static, and its searching, mordant vision of humanity. This is a sharp, intense hit of fiction from a major talent." - Peter Ho Davies

WELCOME TO CHRISTIANIA is a marvelous, perceptive prose poem about endless drift; we can all recognize ourselves as travelers in the same danse macabre. Fred Leebron has written a funny, tingling nightmare. He has his own rare gift. - Jerome Charyn

"'The world is not the place it used to be, ' correctly observes the nameless narrator of this acidly brilliant tale of society's tag end and the refuseniks who inhabit it. Fred Leebron is an American Celine; his deep distrust of sentimental convention makes his eye pitiless and exact." - Jonathan Dee "

Anarchy rules in Fred Leebron's artful unsettling WELCOME TO CHRISTIANIA. - Vanity Fair

Fred Leebron is one of the best writers working today. If you haven't read him yet, this beautifully written novel is the one to get first." - Jenny Offill

"Take a pinch of Dostoevsky's Notes from Underground, another of Denis Johnson's Jesus' Son, sprinkle in a little Breece D'J Pancake, roll it all together and you might be getting close to the dark, heady buzz of Fred Leebron's WELCOME TO CHRISTIANIA. Except even those affinities don't do justice to this singular book--its prose, popping and fizzing like static, and its searching, mordant vision of humanity. This is a sharp, intense hit of fiction from a major talent." - Peter Ho Davies

WELCOME TO CHRISTIANIA is a marvelous, perceptive prose poem about endless drift; we can all recognize ourselves as travelers in the same danse macabre. Fred Leebron has written a funny, tingling nightmare. He has his own rare gift. - Jerome Charyn

"'The world is not the place it used to be, ' correctly observes the nameless narrator of this acidly brilliant tale of society's tag end and the refuseniks who inhabit it. Fred Leebron is an American Celine; his deep distrust of sentimental convention makes his eye pitiless and exact." - Jonathan Dee "

"Anarchy rules in Fred Leebron's artful unsettling WELCOME TO CHRISTIANIA." - Vanity Fair

"Fred Leebron is one of the best writers working today. If you haven't read him yet, this beautifully written novel is the one to get first." - Jenny Offill

"Take a pinch of Dostoevsky's Notes from Underground, another of Denis Johnson's Jesus' Son, sprinkle in a little Breece D'J Pancake, roll it all together and you might be getting close to the dark, heady buzz of Fred Leebron's WELCOME TO CHRISTIANIA. Except even those affinities don't do justice to this singular book--its prose, popping and fizzing like static, and its searching, mordant vision of humanity. This is a sharp, intense hit of fiction from a major talent." - Peter Ho Davies

"WELCOME TO CHRISTIANIA is a marvelous, perceptive prose poem about endless drift; we can all recognize ourselves as travelers in the same danse macabre. Fred Leebron has written a funny, tingling nightmare. He has his own rare gift." - Jerome Charyn

"'The world is not the place it used to be, ' correctly observes the nameless narrator of this acidly brilliant tale of society's tag end and the refuseniks who inhabit it. Fred Leebron is an American Celine; his deep distrust of sentimental convention makes his eye pitiless and exact." - Jonathan Dee

In Christiania, Copenhagen's anarchist village and infamous tourist destination, a Pusher Street regular nears the end of the line. With locals decamping and outsiders encroaching, he can no longer subsist on hash sales and a chillum. but even hard up and hungry, he sees lost love in the moon, revels in a comrade's garbled rants, tangles with the Big Man and, as winter gets the best of him, still believes a grimy commune can be heaven on earth.