A thirty-something floral salesman searches for reasons to keep living.
"Marigold is a hundred haikus of loneliness, pages torn from Baudelaire's dream journal, the suicide note as high art. Forget your dime-a-dozen writers on the New York Times bestseller list; here is an authentic voice crying out from the American darkness." --Kevin Maloney, author of Cult of Loretta
"Beautiful, foul, and brief, this potent roman A clef more than earns its title. Grim, yet ultimately hopeful in its own twisted way. Weaver is one of my favorite writers working today, and...
A thirty-something floral salesman searches for reasons to keep living.
"Marigold is a hundred haikus of loneliness, pages torn fro...