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Within this novel, established in 1993, a bassist in his early twenties sporting the stage name Jack Shit investigates the disappearance of his drug-addled bandmate and his stolen Fender. As he pursues the thriller, Lipsyte usually takes the reader with a journey in the East Village at the height of your article-punk era, stuffed, in the bassist’