Un-Collectible is a novel about one man's reckoning — not with the law, not with his enemies, but with himself, in a place where the usual rules no longer apply and every choice he ever made is suddenly visible in the dark.
Devereux is a survivor. Born in 1927, forged in the foxholes of the Second World War, and he spent the next hundred years building an empire. The man behind every deal. The invisible hand in every room. He is also, in almost every way that matters, a man who never came home from the war.
The novel opens at the moment of his death. And the moment immediately after. It is vast. It is strangely beautiful. He does not take the right path.
