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The Whiskey Rebels: A Novel

This novel delves into the events surrounding the Whiskey Rebellion, a tax protest by American farmers against the federal government's excise tax on whiskey. The story explores the social and political tensions of the time, offering a glimpse into the early years of the nation. more

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David Liss
David Liss

David Liss is an American author born in 1966. His works primarily focus on historical fiction, especially set in 17th-century Europe. Liss's novels often revolve around themes of suspense and crime, and are well-received by readers. more

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