博客來They gave him a name. He made it mean something.
Evan Mercer is twelve years old when everything ends.
One August evening in Miami’s Liberty City, he watches his father collapse in a stairwell-shot dead in the crossfire of someone else’s war. His mother takes a bullet to the spine. She survives. She’ll never walk again.
No life insurance. No savings. No family coming to help.
With an eviction notice on the door and two younger siblings who still believe someone will save them, Evan does the math. The numbers don’t lie. They never do. So he makes the only choice the streets leave him: he starts running product for the same corners that took everything from him.
They call him White Boy-the only white kid in Liberty City, impossible to miss, impossible to forget. At first it’s a joke. Then it’s a warning. By the end, it’s the only name that matters.
WHITE BOY is not a redemption story.
It’s a becoming.
This is literary street fiction that reads like a bullet-fast, precise, and impossible to look away from. Following one year in Evan’s transformation from grieving child to cold-eyed operator, the novel explores the psychology of survival and the terrible momentum of choices that can never be unmade.
For readers who loved the moral complexity of The Wire, the raw authenticity of Clockers, and the unflinching honesty of Push.
Book One of the White Boy Trilogy
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＂Survival was never freedom. It was just practice.＂
