Aftertouch

A retired entertainer of limited geographical fame, teaches a young prostitute how to play the piano, while he tells her tales of a life lived among the sort of people who don't use coasters. Though caught up in her own ugly troubles, Grace begins to notice that when people call Jack a son-of-a-whore, they really mean it and that as exiles, they have more in common than she ever imagined.
In a stripped down style as startling as a drawer full of roaches dancing by maglite, Marsh traces the arc of a hurtling, dirty snowball of a world where if it's too cold to fight or fish, there's only one 'f' left.