More odyssey than road trip, Amaranthine Chevrolet is a vivid inquiry into a young man’s emerging sense of self. In spare and evocative language, Dennis Bolen sweeps you into the rhythm of the road, to a place located somewhere between memory and dreams, and there he reinvents the male protagonist in a miracle of a young man with an adamantine purity of purpose. A unique, fresh, and engrossing story.
JOAN THOMAS, author of Wild Hope
More odyssey than road trip, Amaranthine Chevrolet is a vivid inquiry into a young man’s emerging sense of self. In spare and evocative language, Dennis Bolen sweeps you into the rhythm of the road, to a place located somewhere between memory and dreams, and there he reinvents the male protagonist in a miracle of a young man with an adamantine purity of purpose. A unique, fresh, and engrossing story.
Joan Thomas, author of Wild Hope
More odyssey than road trip, Amaranthine Chevrolet is a vivid inquiry into a young man’s emerging sense of self. In spare and evocative language, Dennis Bolen sweeps you into the rhythm of the road, to a place located somewhere between memory and dreams, and there he reinvents the male protagonist in a miracle of a young man with an adamantine purity of purpose. A unique, fresh, and engrossing story.
Joan Thomas, author of Wild Hope
Amaranthine Chevrolet is the story of a boy’s pilgrimage in an enchanted chariot like none other. Spare and incisive with all hell for a basement; this is prairie noir at its best.
Ashley Little, author of Niagara Motel
Dennis E. Bolen’s insightful, beautiful coming-of-age novel Amaranthine Chevrolet is a hero’s journey filled with danger and yearning.
Foreword Reviews
Sure-handed storytelling that reads simply and cleanly and carries great depth and meaning in the telling, Amaranthine Chevrolet lingers and casts a ruddy western glow on the imagination.
The Seaboard Review
With that spare style Bolen (Anticipated Results) conjures up the vast expanse of the prairies where the story starts; but that’s not to say he isn’t incapable of ornamentation. Sometimes, the narrative contains charming bursts of lyricism—“as the heretofore comforting silence vanished inside the ardent tintinnabulation, the vibration made him strangely know that others existed on this freshening morning”—and lines like this burst out of the prairie sparseness like song birds plunging from the branches of trees.
The BC Review