A thriller about Czech hip–hop
Nymburk isn't New York, but that doesn't mean someone doesn't get killed here every now and then. Little NY, that's Little New York, or Nymburk, where they don't sell hard drugs, but mainly smoke weed and drink beer. You won't get shot on the street by a nigga from another clan with a nine-mil, but you're more likely to get punched in the face by Nazis or punks. Especially if you wear a flat-brimmed hip-hop cap.
Little NY is a novel about it being 2005, you're a teenager and you have a hip-hop band. Everything around you is kind of accelerated and in the end, it all goes down so tragically that a few years later you end up on a psychotherapist's couch. This is actually where Krejčík's story begins. As a therapeutic journey through a wild past to find oneself. But past events seem different in hindsight—especially when you get a text message from a dead friend. It's hard to decide what's a bad joke and what's a threat. The faces from the former subculture community have changed, people are unreadable, and memories seem to be the only key to the main thing: that your first girlfriend's death was definitely not an accident.
Little NY is the only contemporary novel about the hip-hop community, with a soundtrack that works like a time machine. And here too, death is a matter of seconds, just like in the big NY.
Nymburk isn't New York, but that doesn't mean someone can't get killed here every now and then. A dark, self-deprecating and tragic novel about music, love, and the tribes that clashed in clubs and on the street.
