<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126352330844491301</id><updated>2025-08-02T11:51:56.490-04:00</updated><category term="Hugh Howey"/><category term="science fiction"/><category term="young adult"/><category term="Jeff VanderMeer"/><category term="Silo series"/><category term="southern reach trilogy"/><category term="Acceptance"/><category term="Across the Universe"/><category term="Annihilation"/><category term="Area X"/><category term="Authority"/><category term="Beth Revis"/><category term="Bruce Gilbert"/><category term="By Dawn&#39;s Early Light"/><category term="Dale Mayer"/><category term="Deanna Dunagan"/><category term="Digital Winter"/><category term="Dust"/><category term="Ed Oxenbould"/><category term="Fright Meter Award 2015"/><category term="Gansky"/><category term="Hitchcock"/><category term="Isaiah 9:10 Effect"/><category term="Jo walton"/><category term="Jonathan Cahn"/><category term="Kathyrn Hahn"/><category term="Kelly van hull"/><category term="M. 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So, it’s not surprising that now I both write and review various science fiction books. Dystopian is my favorite subgenre because it shows our foolishness without flinching. It warns us through vivid imagery how we might annihilate ourselves or how we may survive the worst that we can throw at one another. Dystopian is the cry in the night alerting us to danger. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126352330844491301/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CL Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14309226915208412390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlI7cJa9XZvs0XR12i-XbNEIMzD7ieCl6_K3kIy3NWJNW8FdNyvERFTaGtr9CY0CN2tlPSydiCEgP_ttQwia-iDXrApSAFQdLuLA8Xlil8aUSw-02YwgTnI1em2lN4Q/s220/2018-10-01+Me+1+medium.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126352330844491301.post-195343119838875648</id><published>2016-05-01T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2018-10-01T12:40:13.903-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mars"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pierce Brown"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Red Rising"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science fiction"/><title type='text'>Red Rising Rises to the Top…Almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/034553980X/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=034553980X&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;tag=scwrorwr-20&amp;amp;linkId=LZU2LSXZGFKGKHLU&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;ASIN=034553980X&amp;amp;Format=_SL110_&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;tag=scwrorwr-20&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;https://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=scwrorwr-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=034553980X&quot; style=&quot;border: currentColor; margin: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;
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If you enjoy a fast-moving story about rebelling against social injustice, you’ll love &lt;em&gt;Red Rising&lt;/em&gt; by Pierce Brown. There’s a reason Red Rising hit #20 on &lt;em&gt;New York Times’&lt;/em&gt; Best Selling List ((February 16, 2014) and received an A- from &lt;em&gt;Kirkus Reviews&lt;/em&gt; (January 29, 2014). Pierce Brown creates a likeable protagonist in Darrow, a man who steps out of his station in life to avenge the woman he loves and the clan he’s grown up with. Darrow exemplifies the theme of &lt;em&gt;Red Rising&lt;/em&gt;, which focuses on how social change is instigated by individuals brave enough, not just to see, but to act, outside the box. Red Rising is set in a futurist world on Mars, with rigid social stratification, similar to Aldrous Huxley’s &lt;em&gt;Brave New World&lt;/em&gt;. It’s coupled with ruthless invasions, comparable to the Roman Empire’s expansionism. In fact, Pierce Brown uses both the warrior attitude of conquest in ancient Rome and the mythology born out of it to create an exciting story of anguish and conquest. With these established tools Brown builds a world the reader wants to rebel against, so we cheer for the underdog, Darrow. What’s not to like in that scenario?
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The tension begins immediately in the Prologue, when the narrator says, “I would have lived in peace. But my enemies brought me war.” &lt;br /&gt;
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The narrator is listening to a speaker proclaiming that, “The weak have deceived you. … You and I are Gold. We are the end of the evolutionary line. … Rule, dominion, empire purchased with blood. … Soon, we will teach you why Gold rules mankind.” &lt;br /&gt;
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The Golds rule, much as the Alphas did in &lt;em&gt;Brave New World&lt;/em&gt;. However, the Golds have no interest in placating the lower the ranks. There is no concept of a government which wants everyone to be happy with who they are and what they do. And there’s no substitute drug for “soma” to keep each color in its place. Slavery and servitude were dedicated by genetic manipulation generations ago and there is no crossing the color barrier that defines each class.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then we learn that the narrator is not “Gold. I am a Red. … He thinks men like me weak. … He is wrong.” Hence the social divide is set: Reds, who live in the caverns under Mars and mine the helium-3 needed to Tera-form Mars; and the Golds, who enjoy the luxuries of life on the surface of Mars, as well as the conquest of other planets.
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With the main plot defined, we are introduced to Darrow in the first chapter. We see Darrow’s stoicism when he doesn’t cry at his father’s trial or public hanging. He doesn’t even cry when he has to “pull the feet to break [his] neck” because of Mars’ low gravity. Then we see Darrow’s bravery as he works as a Helldiver, doing the dangerous work of gouging into the hard rock of Mars on a massive drill in heat “so thick and noxious it feels like I’m swaddled in a heavy quilt of hot piss” while dodging pitvipers that can bite through a frysuit. We admire this 16-year-old’s agility and audacious risk-taking right away, even though his Uncle Narol reminds him that “Patience is the better part of valor. And obedience the better part of humanity.” However, it is Darrow’s love for Eo, his wife, that captures our heart and helps us understand his personal motivation. The motivation Society uses for the mining colony, Lykos, is a little trickier.
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The clans of Lykos are kept in poverty. Always slightly hunger. Always lacking in essential supplies. Only winning the Laurel gives them “more food than you can eat. It means more burners to smoke. Imported quilts from Earth.” Of the twenty-four clans in Lyros, only one can earn the Laurel each quarter. It’s usually the Gamma clan who earns the Laural, but Darrow wants to win it for his clan of Lambda so his wife won’t go without food. In this way, the clans of Lykos are kept in competition with one another for the basics. Their meager living forces rivalry for higher mining quotas, but it also fosters hatred for the Society that created it. That hatred it made more intense by rigid rules enforced by the Grays, Society’s garrison troops. When Darrow’s wife is punished for showing him a secret cavern with “a transparent bubble that peers at the sky,” revenge becomes a narrow concept for Darrow. But the fates have a larger mission in store for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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A nameless group of revolutionaries wants Darrow to be their front man for revolution, so even though Darrow wants revenge, he must modify his own feelings for the greater good. Like any other noble quest, Darrow must go through many trials on the way to becoming a revolutionary leader. He must enter his enemy’s camp and infiltrate his ranks. He must learn what it means to be a Gold, which teachers Darrow that even being a Gold has its demands. Darrow must change physically, emotionally and intellectually. With each change there is built-in torment and challenge. Murder, war and battles of growing magnitude make Darrow’s journey a compelling read, even if the continuous action makes it more of an escapism than literature. Perhaps that’s why &lt;em&gt;Publishers Weekly&lt;/em&gt; wasn’t as gracious with its review of the novel, calling it “Hollwood-ready … with plenty of action and thrills but painfully little originality or plausibility.” Indeed, Hollywood’s Universal Pictures has already taken the bid on the movie version of Red Rising, so PW was right on track about the novel’s direction.


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Like so many of today’s other dystopian novels-made-movies, &lt;em&gt;Red Rising&lt;/em&gt; is first book in a trilogy. It’s followed by Golden Son, then Morning Star. &lt;em&gt;Red Rising&lt;/em&gt; is only the first step in Darrow’s long journey to conquer the enemy which “brought [him] war.” But regardless of whether you call &lt;em&gt;Red Rising&lt;/em&gt; escapism or literature, it is still a fun and surprising book to add to your must-read list.
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I look forward to reading your comments regarding &lt;em&gt;Red Rising&lt;/em&gt;. Whether you agree or disagree with my review, I’d like to hear from you. I hope you’ll follow my blog, share it with your friends and join me in reading the next book on my list.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;First Light&lt;/em&gt; by Scott Nicholson. &lt;em&gt;First Light&lt;/em&gt; is the first book in the &lt;em&gt;After Series&lt;/em&gt; and was hailed as a “read or regret it” novel. &lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you’ll read this book with me and prepare your own comment on the quality. Let’s see if we can predict if this 2015 novel will be added to the contenders for the Nebula Award. If you’re interested in submitting a book review, read the review guidelines and we’ll share our thoughts.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/feeds/195343119838875648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/2016/05/red-rising-rises-to-topalmost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126352330844491301/posts/default/195343119838875648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126352330844491301/posts/default/195343119838875648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/2016/05/red-rising-rises-to-topalmost.html' title='Red Rising Rises to the Top…Almost'/><author><name>CL Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14309226915208412390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlI7cJa9XZvs0XR12i-XbNEIMzD7ieCl6_K3kIy3NWJNW8FdNyvERFTaGtr9CY0CN2tlPSydiCEgP_ttQwia-iDXrApSAFQdLuLA8Xlil8aUSw-02YwgTnI1em2lN4Q/s220/2018-10-01+Me+1+medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126352330844491301.post-7104601349775454465</id><published>2016-02-20T21:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2018-10-01T12:40:31.929-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Across the Universe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beth Revis"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="space travel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="young adult"/><title type='text'>A Universal Divide, both Social and Spatial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1595144676/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1595144676&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;tag=scwrorwr-20&amp;amp;linkId=OP2YMJMF4IJ6XQMW&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;ASIN=1595144676&amp;amp;Format=_SL110_&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;tag=scwrorwr-20&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;https://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=scwrorwr-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1595144676&quot; style=&quot;border: currentColor; margin: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;


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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;An unsolicited review of &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Across the Universe &lt;/i&gt;by Beth Revis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Across
the Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;, by Beth Revis,&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt; &lt;/i&gt;is a Young Adult dystopian novel about a 300-year mission to settle
a new home on Centauri-Earth because resources on Sol-Earth have been depleted.
The story is told from the first-person point-of-view of two teenagers. Amy was
born on Earth and raised in a traditional family. Elder was cloned on the space
ship, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Godspeed,&lt;/i&gt; during its trip and doesn’t
understand the concept of family. The chapters alternate between these two main
characters to set up the contrast between Earth-that-was and the social changes
that have occurred during the multi-generational trip. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The story’s opening grabs the audience with Amy facing
a teenagers’ worst fears: leaving her home, her boyfriend, losing her parents,
and seeing them naked. Amy’s mother is a scientist renowned for her genetic
splicing work, which will help grow crops in the alien soil. She’s essential to
the mission and must go. Her father is a battlefield analyst in the Army, a
tertiary figure in the overall goal to claim a new planet for humanity. Amy’s
mother wants her to go with them, so thinks Amy should be the first to be
processed in the cryogenics chambers. Amy’s father insists that Mom goes first
so Amy can see the process. And what a process it is! Amy sees her mother naked
for the first time and it surprised by “her…rice-paper-thin” skin and “her
stomach [which] sagged in a wrinkly sort of way that made her look even more
vulnerable and weak.” No wonder Amy is disconcerted by the workers’
indifference while processing Mom in a clear cryo box that looks like a coffin.
These uncaring workers pierce Mom’s pale skin with IV needles and simple say,
“Relax,” which is “not a kind suggestion.” The fluid in the IV bag is as thick
as honey and Mom “hissed in pain… [her eyes] filled with water.” If that
weren’t bad enough, the second IV bag is filled with “blue goo… [that]
glowed…her eyes were clamped shut, two hot tears dangling on her lashes.” As
the indifferent worker squeezes the IV bag to force the fluid faster, Mom bites
her lip until it bleeds and she “whimper[s], soft, like a dying kitten.”
Watching Mom in the cryo bed reminds Amy of another coffin when she was “looking
down at Grandma last year at the church, when we all said goodbye.” The workers
are impatient to “get on with it” as they push lens into Mom’s eyes with “big,
calloused” hands. Then they force three thick tubes down Mom’s throat and the
cryo bed fills with “water flecked with sky-blue sparkles.” After watching this
terrifying process, Daddy surprises Amy by giving her a choice of whether to go
through the cryo process and travel to the new planet with them or to stay on
Earth with her aunt and friends. He then goes through the process himself,
leaving Amy to choose without parental input. The choice between the familiarities
of the life she’s known or the uncertain life that would keep Amy with her
parents is difficult. Dad giving Amy this choice shows he respects her as a
young adult. It’s an adult choice thrust upon on a teenager, but what teenager
doesn’t want that respect from their parents? Both prospects seem terrifying to
Amy, however she chooses to go with her parents. Amy’s goes through the painful
freezing process, consoling herself with, “At least I’ll sleep. I will forget,
for three hundred and one years, everything else.” But Amy’s cryogenic state is
anything but unconscious. She thinks about her old life and floats in an
uncertain consciousness the entire time she’s frozen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;By contrast, Elder doesn’t have a choice which path
his life takes. He was cloned specifically to be the next leader of the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Godspeed&lt;/i&gt; as it hurdles half-way through
its journey to Centauri-Earth. The ship is divided into different levels and
the only the current and future leaders are allowed on the Keeper Level. Eldest
and Elder share this level, but not all the knowledge of its workings. The
Shipper Level is only for those who maintain the ship and the Feeder Level is
for the simpler farmers and their fields. Though the ship is huge, it’s still
confining for the growing population, so privacy and closed doors are greatly
respected. Therefore there are no locked doors on &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Godspeed&lt;/i&gt;… except one. Eldest keeps his room locked and keeps
secrets that are important for Elder to know as future leader. Eldest has also
kept Elder from seeing the great engine that powers the ship and the hatches
through which the stars can be viewed. And certain files about the Plague that
wiped out a large portion of the population. It’s little wonder that
16-year-old Elder is frustrated by his mentor’s secretiveness. Eldest reluctantly
reveals his secrets one at a time and only as needed for training his student. It
is a sign that Eldest lacks respect and trust for Elder. Though the people see
Eldest as a compassionate protector who is always kind to them, Elder sees his
flashes of rage and his threatening demeanor. The tension between Elder and
Eldest is apparent and we know there is trouble brewing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;T&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;he previous leaders of &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Godspeed &lt;/i&gt;tried to eliminate potential trouble among their people by
altering them to be the same. Everyone on the ship has “the same olive skin,
the same dark brown hair and eyes” and speak the same language. However, the
leaders couldn’t have predicted that someone would thaw the cryo tube sleepers
early, killing some and leaving only one alive. Amy is thawed and almost dies
during the unsanctioned awakening. Her creamy white skin and flaming red hair are
a curiosity and a danger to the mono-ethnic stability of &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Godspeed. &lt;/i&gt;The introduction of someone so different upsets Eldest
and he tries to keep Amy under wraps in the hospital. What upsets Eldest more
is that Elder is captivated by Amy’s stark differences in appearance and her
fiery temper, which causes her to stand up against Eldest. Elder and Amy form a
friendship that angers Eldest. He wants to keep them apart so Elder’s vision
for &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Godspeed &lt;/i&gt;will the same as his&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;What is worse, Elder sneaks Amy out of
the hospital to explore the ship and together they secretly investigate the
murders of the other sleepers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The plot moves smoothly from one crisis to another,
leaving small clues as to the next predicament awaiting the two teenagers. It
is resplendent with description of the new culture that has evolved over
generations in space, but not to the point of being a distraction to the
reader. I recommend this book, not only to young readers, but to adults who
sometimes need a simpler read without impediments. My sister recommended this
book to me, so I, in turn, recommend it to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Happy reading until the next book review. If you care
to join me, I’ll be reading &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Red Rising&lt;/i&gt;
by Pierce Brown. Please don’t forget to add your comments agreeing or
disagreeing with my opinion and adding your take on the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A Review of The Visit, a movie written and directed by M. Night Shyamalan
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The Visit is a bizarre 2015 movie with twists of geriatric horror and humorous flashes – I use that term loosely - of insight into the incongruous behaviors of the elderly, supposedly experiencing sun-downing. It opens with an estranged daughter being interview for a family film documentary by precocious daughter Becca (Olivia DeJonge). Becca asks Mom about her relationship with her parents. However, Mom refuses to talk about the actual events which caused the estrangement, leaving us to question why she allows her two children to visit parents she hasn’t contacted in fifteen years. As a parent, I found it strange that the mother, played by Kathyrn Hahn, would allow her children to board a train by themselves to visit grandparents they don’t know and to whom she hasn’t spoken in years. My first question was, “Why didn’t Mom take them to their grandparents to ease the transition and get to know more about her own parents before leaving the kids with them?” My question was well-founded, as the grandparents’ questionable behaviors prove.
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Becca and her want-a-be rapper brother, Tyler (Ed Oxenbould), video-document their journey into the sparsely populated mountains and their week-long vacation with Nana (Deanna Dunagan) and Pop Pop (Peter McRobbie). At first, the movie seems like a Blair Witch knockoff and drags on with 9:30 bedtimes and simple, filmed interviews with Nana and Pop Pop. Then it takes a strange twist of humor with Nana playing a frightening game of hide and seek under the house and flashing her buttocks through a torn skirt. I don’t know about other older people, but my knees would never allow that! And Pop Pop hides poopy adult diapers in the shed. Sometimes funny, sometimes startling, the events turn frightening for the children when they decide to hide the camcorder in the living room.
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This movie won the Fright Meter Awards for 2015 and was nominated for the Fanogira Chainsaw Awards for Best Wide-Release Film (M. Night Shyamalan) and Best Supporting Actress (Deanna Dunagan), Golden Schmoes Awards for Best Horror Movie of 2015 and Phoenvix Film Critics Society Awards for Best Performance by a Youth (Ed Oxenbould). But frankly, after watching the movie, I couldn’t decide whether I liked it or not. It’s tinged with gerontophobia and moves like a rollercoaster, slow at first, then speeding along an unsettling track only to take a surprising turn at the end. Then I realized that, along the way, there are small interactions between Becca and Tyler that reveal a nurturing relationship and that the ending holds a moral to the story that embraces truth for all of us. In the end, I decided that I like the firm, but I probably won’t watch it again. I don’t recommend for children who still visit aged grandparents, because it is a frightening walk through the geriatric zone. I’m glad I saw The Visit, but I won’t be adding it to my collection, hence the three-star rating.

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;A Review of &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Dust,&lt;/i&gt; third book in the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Shift Series&lt;/i&gt; by Hugh Howey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Some trilogies lose
momentum by the second book of the series and become downright boring by the
third. Other trilogies move forward toward the same goal and maintain reader
interest with equal enthusiasm from book to book. When it comes to sagas, it’s
even more challenging to sustain reader attention. Those sagas that manage to
do so deserve respect and notoriety. Hugh Howey’s &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Shift Saga &lt;/i&gt;is one of those deserving respect. &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Dust,&lt;/i&gt; the third book in the saga, keeps the dynamic characters
growing and carries the plot to a desirable ending, thus maintaining the
interest and satisfaction of the reader.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;If you’ve read my reviews
of &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Shift, &lt;/i&gt;you’ll remember I said the Prologues are important. They lay
the foundation for each book. This continues to be true in &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Dust, &lt;/i&gt;where we are reintroduced to Lucas Kyle, the starry-eyed
dreamer of clear skies who fell in love with Sheriff Juliette “Jules” Nichols
in the first book, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool&lt;/i&gt;. Lucas is
still manning the radio of Silo 18 as they recuperate from the uprising
prompted by Jules’ surviving the “cleaning.” If you’ll remember, “cleaning”
means going out into the toxic world to clean the camera lens so those inside
the Silos can view the scary outside world. It a death sentence for one, and a
license to bear a child for some lucky lottery winner. By surviving the
“cleaning,” Jules upsets the proverbial apple cart and starts a chain of events
that effects all the remaining silos. Anyway, Lucas survived the uprising and
is talking on the radio to an unnamed man from Silo 1 who says he’s “trying to
help them.” The man encourages Lucas to continuing studying everything in the
secret treasure trove of books hidden under the server room. Lucas thinks it’s
a waste of time, but the man from Silo 1 says, “Everything’s important.” Lucas reports
he’s reading about a fungus that reprograms brains and the man explains that,
“It means… It means we aren’t free. None of us are.” So at the heart of this man-made
disaster, which has forced generations of survivors to live in the controlled
environment of the Silos, is the need of a handful of people to control human
destiny itself. This strikes at the heart of everyone who loves their freedom
and we want to rebel alongside those up rose up in the Silos. We root for the
men and women trying to regain their physical freedom, and we now know they
also need freedom of thought, which is much more challenging to achieve. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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18, is one of those freedom fighters who has transcended into free thinking.
She rebelled against her punishment of being sent to certain death during the “cleaning”
by surviving it. She rebelled against the narrow environment of Silo 18 by
discovering and returning from Silo 17. And now Jules intends to rescue the
handful of people who survived Silo 17’s uprising by retrieving them from that
silo. In order to do this, she has a team from Mechanical tunneling through the
walls in order to reach Silo 17. This goes against all their programmed fears
of breaking the walls and letting the toxic outside into their secure world. It
pushes the people of Silo 18 against their pre-programmed superstitions about
maintaining the seals and pushes them to the brink of an uprising against
Jules. Freedom has a cost. This cost is a paradigm shift that not everyone is
ready to accept. Jules certainly has her hands full as she tries to free all
her people from dungeons both physical and mental. That’s part of what keeps
this series alive. We grow to love Jules, despite her tempter, despite her
hard-headedness…she is the one we follow because she cares about the people who
died in the uprisings. She feels guilty for her part in prompting the
rebellion. She wants to save her people. In short, we like her character. In
fact, we tend to like most of the working class characters in this book because
we, who are also working class, want to break out of our Silos, too. And maybe
that, more than any other reason, is at the heart of what drives us to the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Shift Saga.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Another thing that
accounts for the success of the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Shift Saga,
&lt;/i&gt;is Hugh Howey’s ability to build a world that we can feel, taste, smell and
hear. The details of a society living in a 121-story silo underground are
marvelous. We feel like we are right there with the characters, yet the amount
of description does not interfere with story…they enhance it and shape it into
a place we understand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;I recommended the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Silo Saga&lt;/i&gt; to my sister, but she said
it’s difficult to read because of its dark tone. The juxtaposition of life and
death seems morbid, but it embraces the danger of nanotechnology released in an
uncontrolled environment. The consequences in this case being a dull controlled
life for generations of survivors. But if you continue reading the books, you
see that, just as life exists beside death, hope exists beside despair and you
grow to admire the malleability of the human race to find joy through all
trials and purpose during all hardships. My only contention with the book is
its ending chapters, which I won’t spoil for you at this time. Let me just say
that there were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;some issue that should have been addressed
about the final transition which weren’t. All in all, the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Shift Saga&lt;/i&gt; is well worth reading and I recommend it to all those
who love science fiction and dystopian in particular.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;A Review of &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Shift, &lt;/i&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; book in the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Shift Series&lt;/i&gt; by Hugh Howey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;If you like a novel that pulls
your attention into the drama and the characters, you’ll love Hugh Howey’s &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Shift Omnibus&lt;/i&gt;. I read it in my car
during every half-hour lunch break, often still reading it as I walked back
into the building. For those of you who haven’t read the first book in the
series, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;u&gt;STOP&lt;/u&gt;! Read it
first, so events are clearer. Plus there are spoilers in this review. For those
of you who read &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool&lt;/i&gt;, the
second book, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Shift&lt;/i&gt; is even better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Shift &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;is aptly named for its
contents. It follows one man, Donald, through different work shifts with
increasing tension and dangerous outcomes. These outcomes effect the people
living securely away in other silos, safe from a toxic environment filled with
certain death. It also answers some of the questions which remained after
reading &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool. Shift&lt;/i&gt; is divided into
three novellas which follow Donald through his shifts. “First Shift – Legacy”
jumps between 2049, when plans begin that lead to a world which can’t support
humanity, and 2110, when Donald is awaken for his shift in Silo 1, the command
center of 50 silos. “Second Shift – Order” happens in 2212 and jumps back and
forth between Silo 1 and Silo 18 during the year of an uprising. “Third Shift -
Pact” takes place in 2345, and involves Silos 1, where Donald is mistakenly
identified as the man in charge, and Silo 17 as another rebellion is in
progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The Prologue to “First Shift –
Legacy,” has the same contrasting imagery of life and death as &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool&lt;/i&gt; contained. “Troy [a.k.a. Donald]
returned to the living and found himself inside of a tomb.” He is, in fact,
inside a cryonic chamber and has just been reanimated. Howey fills us with
Troy’s sensations of the frosted glass through which he can see dark shapes
hovering, the weakness of his muscles surrounded by a paper gown and the
horrible taste in his mouth. He is given water and pills that “stung his
throat… [and made’] memories fade like dreams upon waking.” He must forget his
past life so he can work his shift in the here, beneath the hills of Georgia,
and now, 2110. He emerges with “the feeling of deep time and yesterdays
mingled.” This is the cycle of Donald’s life: waking, trying to remember what
the pills make him forget then being refrozen in a “coffin” to dream of his
past life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;In these dreams of his past life,
we learn that he was once Congressman Donald Keene, who originally majored in architecture
and is recruited by Senator Thurman for a special project. Donald has a keen
eye for details, and one that pertains to Senator Thurman is his waiting room,
which is “stripped of its obligatory law books until only a handful remained.
These tomes sat silently in the dim corners of the glass cabinets.” There are
also pictures on the wall of Thurman shaking hands with the last four
presidents, in which Thurman hardly seems to change, as if “unfazed by the
passing decades.” We have to wonder if this isn’t some hint the Thurman as
already been using the cryogenics we read about in the Prologue. Donald also
notes, “The two arrangements spoke volumes: the uniform from the past and the
coins from those currently deployed, bookends on a pair of wars. One that the
Senator had fought in as a youth. The other, a war he had batted to prevent as
an older and wiser man.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;It is these minute details that
create the Silo world. Details about the people like the Mission Jones in Silo
18, where “Deathdays were birthdays. … An old man dies and a lottery is won.
Children weep while hopeful parents cry tears of joy.” As we saw in Wool,
population is staunchly controlled in the silos. Of course, it would have to
be. Resources and space is limited. Hence the continual paradox of death
meaning life. And just as we grow to dislike the cold and memoryless people
manning Silo 1, we grow to care about the people in the other silos who live
out their daily lives, rather than sleeping through enormous periods of time.
The people who work as their daily jobs as porters delivering heavy packages up
dozens of flights of stairs, or mechanics in the “down deep” who keep the vital
equipment running for producing energy and oxygen. They are real people with
families and dreams and hopes. So that when a silo is threatened with a “shut
down” during a rebellion, we know it means death to the elderly and children
alike. We know it means letting the outside in and an end to lives that never
saw the sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Shutting down silos is not what
Donald wants to do from his secure location in Silo 1. His dream was to save
lives, not destroy them. That’s why he worked with Senator Thurman to build the
silos, which were supposed to be storage for toxic waste to bring in revenue
for Georgia. Even as Donald designed the plans according to Thurman’s specks,
he questioned their true purpose. Thurman’s no fool, though. He has Donald
working with his daughter, Anna Thurman, with whom Donald had an ex-martial
affair. Anna distracts and redirects Donald from the true purpose of the silos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;By Donald’s third shift, we are
back at Silo 17 and another paradox: “The Loud came before the quiet. That was
a Rule of the World, for the bangs and shouts need somewhere to echo, just as
bodies need space in which to fall.” We meet Jimmy Parker, who is still in
school, and Mrs. Peterson, his wizened teacher. We also encounter Solo again,
who fell in love with Juliette “Jules” Nichols in &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool: Casting Off&lt;/i&gt;. Jules is major of Silo 17 now and making more
threats. This time to Silo 1, where she’s going to get them, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;But telling you more would mean
ruining many of the twists and turns that &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Silo&lt;/i&gt;
contains. What you really need to know is that the book it spell-binding and
the silo worlds are built with incredible detail and depth. So much depth that
I also read the third book, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Dust. &lt;/i&gt;I
haven’t read all three volumes of a trilogy since Isaac Asimov’s &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Foundation Trilogy.&lt;/i&gt; It’s that good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A Review of Wool: Casting Off by Hugh Howey
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In Casting Off, Hugh Howey continues both the story and the metaphors which began in Wool. And, yes, dear readers and fans of Howey, this book is just as engrossing as the first two. Howey maintains continuity from Wool by opening with another “cleaning.” Just as in the first book, which opened with the Sheriff waiting for his cleaning, a new Sheriff now awaits the same fate. This Sheriff is Juliette “Jules” Nichols, assigned by Mayor Jahns and Deputy Marnes at the end of Proper Gauge. Now we see her facing the same excursion in the toxic outside world to clean the lens on the only camera to the world at large. Questions immediately pop into our mind. Why is she repeating the journey of the previous Sheriff? Is this going to be another series of all flashbacks into what lead her to this dismal destiny? Are we really going to move forward in the story line?
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Flashing back was inevitable, but we learn the journey from Sheriff to cleaner has only taken Jules a few days. During that short time, Jules tried to learn how to be the silo sheriff. It’s a self-tutorial that leads her to extended hours of reading case files and staring at the jail’s camera of the outside world. Jules is much more of a pragmatist than many of the other people in the silo. Where they look up, above ground hoping to one day return to the outside, Jules sees their hope as “sad and empty dreams” where gray dust constantly molests gray hills and there hasn’t been life in hundreds of years. Jules knows that “the future was below,” safe in a silo which needs repairs. Below is her world and she is the ultimate mechanic of its social intrigues. Jules must solve the problems that rise up from the deep, one of which is Mayor Jahns’ murder.
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Mayor Jahns’ last words to Jules were, “People were like machines. They broke down…Her job was to not only figure out why this happened, and who was to blame, but also to listen for the signs of it coming.” Deputy Marnes is one of those broken people in the Silo 17. He loved Mayor Jahns more than he ever let her know… until it was too late. Now his mourning casts a shadow over the sheriff’s office, just as the people’s mourning casts a shadow over the silo. The silo needs a new Mayor to go along with its new Sheriff and it seems that it will be the blind leading the blind. Both will have to learn as they go. Jules reads the Law portion of the all-important Pact, which is supposed to keep the silo a smooth-running machine. Yet she has unsolved murders, civil disruptions and the distasteful Head of IT, Bernard Holland, who claims the right to serve as interim mayor until elections can be held.
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Jules is up to the challenge! She takes up the challenge and searches records, talks to people and narrows in on some of the secrets of Silo 17. During that time, she meets Lukas, a star gazer and an artist who becomes attached to Jules. Her friends in the down-deep of the silo send her words of encouragement and Walker, an old eccentric electrician, sends her a mysterious note saying, “The truth is a joke.” &lt;br /&gt;
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Jules takes that final walk through the airlock to the outside world, where she is the first – SPOILER ALERT! – cleaner to make it over the hill and out of sight of the camera. You’ll be surprised by more of the silo’s secrets, which Walker knows and uses to help her.
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I share this spoiler with you for two reasons: 1) it marches us up the hill with Jules and into the next book, The Unraveling, and 2) because we don’t read simply to get the facts. We are drawn into stories by good storytellers, and that is exactly what Hugh Howey is: a good storyteller. He takes devious political plots mixes them with murderous schemes on a grand scale, then seasons them with vivid, yet simple, details told with real human emotions. These details are Hugh Howey’s strength. They are what allow him to build a convincing contained world underground. He pulls us into the world of Silo 17 with descriptions and nuances that, once tasted, make us want more.
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I, for one, am continuing to read this intriguing and well-written series. My only regret is that I didn’t get this review finishes back in December 2014 after I finished the novel. Now I’ve not only read all the Wool novels, I’m reading the Shift Omnibus and STILL loving the read.&amp;nbsp;&lt;iframe allowtransparency=&quot;true&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/plugins/follow?href=https://www.facebook.com/rhodes.fitzwilliam&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;height=80&quot; style=&quot;border-style: none; border-width: initial; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/feeds/4054519617387514836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/2015/06/casting-off-old-ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126352330844491301/posts/default/4054519617387514836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126352330844491301/posts/default/4054519617387514836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/2015/06/casting-off-old-ideas.html' title='Casting Off Old Ideas'/><author><name>CL Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14309226915208412390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlI7cJa9XZvs0XR12i-XbNEIMzD7ieCl6_K3kIy3NWJNW8FdNyvERFTaGtr9CY0CN2tlPSydiCEgP_ttQwia-iDXrApSAFQdLuLA8Xlil8aUSw-02YwgTnI1em2lN4Q/s220/2018-10-01+Me+1+medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126352330844491301.post-4581537916165722914</id><published>2015-03-16T16:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2018-10-01T12:42:31.213-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Isaiah 9:10 Effect"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jonathan Cahn"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="philosopy and religion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Harbinger"/><title type='text'>The Harbinger: Fable or Philosophy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;https://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;OneJS=1&amp;amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;source=ac&amp;amp;ref=tf_til&amp;amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;amp;tracking_id=scwrorwr-20&amp;amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;amp;region=US&amp;amp;placement=161638610X&amp;amp;asins=161638610X&amp;amp;linkId=PHNCES6CDIXCUAPO&amp;amp;show_border=true&amp;amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true&quot; style=&quot;height: 240px; width: 120px;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Before I began writing my review of &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The Harbinger&lt;/i&gt; by Jonathan Cahn&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;,
&lt;/i&gt;I researched other reviews and got a surprise. I found several sources
analyzing the accuracy of Cahn’s proposed Isaiah 9:10 Effect and criticizing
Cahn’s argument that it applies to modern-day America as much as it did to
ancient Israel. I also found reviewers who praised the book as a wake-up call
for America. So I asked myself, “Why are the reviews so extreme?” Ordinarily we
might expect a small variation of opinion about a book; it’s okay or it’s good.
Maybe a one-star difference in overall rating. But these responses are radically
different, more passionately argued with long statements about inaccuracies of
facts and quality of argument. So I questioned whether I had read a
philosophical argument or …what? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I went back to the beginning of the book to search for
clues. Prior to the table of contents of &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The
Harbinger, &lt;/i&gt;Cahn tells us that what we are about to read is a &lt;span style=&quot;text-transform: uppercase;&quot;&gt;story&lt;/span&gt; which contains real information. I
was instantly reminded of Aesop’s Fables. Even though each fable is
make-believe, the morality associated with the fable is real. So we accept
these morality tales, even though they contain talking animals, simply because
they &lt;span style=&quot;text-transform: uppercase;&quot;&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; teaching us something
about real life. Who can forget that the tortoise’s slow, steady progress
allows him to win a race with an overly confident, very fast hare? So if &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The Harbinger&lt;/i&gt; is a modern-day fable, why
are so many reviewers complaining about argument quality and fact accuracy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Perhaps the answer is in the presentation. Cahn formats the
story as a Socratic argument: a dialogue about a philosophical idea. The main
character, Nouriel Kaplan, relays his story – through dialogue - to a
well-known, yet unnamed news reporter. Within Kaplan’s story is another story -
also told totally in the dialogue between Kaplan and the Prophet – about how he
anonymously receives an ancient seal with Paleo-Hebrew inscriptions and begins a
quest to unravel its mystery. The set-up is good for a philosophical argument
and yet Cahn doesn’t use it in that manner. Kaplan parrots everything the
Prophet says and, likewise, the Reporter recaps everything Kaplan says. There
is no opposing point of view and no argument ensues to persuade the reader that
what is being said is either accurate or right. As a Socratic argument, the
book falls far short of the mark. However, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The
Harbinger&lt;/i&gt; is NOT a philosophical argument. That’s not the purpose of the
dialogue or the story within story use of repetition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The purpose of the duel dialogues is so the information
about the nine harbingers and their relationship between the downfall of
ancient Israel and post-9/11 America can be repeated numerous times. As an
educator, I know that most people must hear something at least five times
before they remember it. Well, Cahn is using repetition of key information so
the majority of readers will internalize it. It is the morality of the story
that is the theme, NOT the correctness of his supposition. It is the warning
that America is morally off-track and, as such, at risk of further humiliation,
violence and defeat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I gave &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The Harbinger&lt;/i&gt;
a five-star, two-thumbs-up, must-read book based on perceiving it as a fable, a
twenty-first century morality tale drawing parallels between ancient Israel’s
pride with its fall and America’s arrogance prior to and since the terrorists
acts of 9/11 with our possible future demise. Not unlike the warning in
Proverbs 16:18 about pride going before a fall or Aesop’s arrogant hare losing
the race to tortoise. But I’ve just skimmed the information in the book, which
draws logical conclusions from compelling historical events... allowing for
some flexibility. Don’t take my word for it. Read it and be enlightened. Read
it and weep. Read it and change your own moral standing…and possibly our
nation’s overall morality. The choice is yours. Just read it and draw your own
conclusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Jeff Vandermeer’s&lt;i&gt; Acceptance &lt;/i&gt;completes the &lt;i&gt;Southern
Reach Trilogy&lt;/i&gt; with detailed descriptions and complex sentences, sucking us
into a world that’s changing. Here is where we expect answers, demand
resolutions to the why those changes occur and what will happen to the major
characters: the Biologist, Control, the Lighthouse Keeper, the Psychologist,
and her assistant, Grace. Yet here is where we find true changes; changes in
perspective on the landscapes of Area X, and changes in point of view. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #9900ff; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The first book, &lt;i&gt;Annihilation&lt;/i&gt;, is written from the
first-person point of view of the Biologist on the twelfth expedition into Area
X. &lt;i&gt;Authority&lt;/i&gt;, the second book, is written from the limited third-person
point of view of Control as he struggles in his new position as Director of
Southern Reach. As changes have occurred within Area X, the border expanding,
the wildlife being absorbed and mutated, so do changes in perspective occur
within the book. &lt;i&gt;Acceptance&lt;/i&gt; includes multiple points of view: the
Biologist’s first-person perspective AND the third-person limited from
Control’s eyes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Acceptance&lt;/i&gt; adds the third-person point of view
through the Lighthouse Keeper and we see the Psychologist’s childhood in ground
zero of Area X and learn about the strange Science and Séance Brigade through
his eyes. But the changes don’t stop there. A second-person point of view is
added which observes the Psychologist prior to the twelfth expedition. The
unknown voice speaks directly to the Psychologist and we have to wonder who
this new speaker is? &amp;nbsp;We can only assume it is the voice of Area X’s
creator, but this is never confirmed. This whole jumping back and forth between
different types of viewpoints creates a feeling of unease in the reader and
pulls you into the chaos and confusion of those expedition members who came
back from Area X different, changed, damage psychologically and physically so
that they died in less than a year. All accept for Lowry, who continues his
deranged pursuit of conquering Area X from the safe distance of Central…or is
it a controlled lab so his own changes can be easily observed?&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9900ff; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The affect is unnerving as we scramble over these changes in point of view,
changes in Area X and changes in us, because of the answers we are compelled to
seek. Like Control, who clutches Whitby’s terroir report, we seek answers to
our questions: Who or what is behind the changes in Area X? What does it mean
for humanity? But like the Lighthouse Keeper’s father told him, “Once the
questions snuck in, whatever had been certain became uncertain. Questions
opened the way for doubt.” So we follow the Lighthouse Keeper into the cryptic
world of Area X as it impregnates Earth with – we know not what - and are only
partially satisfied with the answers. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #9900ff; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Answers, like candy, often leave us with more questions, and though this is true
in the world of Jeff Vandermeer’s &lt;i&gt;Acceptance, &lt;/i&gt;it is perhaps the most
original dystopian I have read in a long time. The writing style, the
characters and the plot are compelling and definitely worth the read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;A Review of &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool: Proper Gauge&lt;/i&gt; by Hugh Howey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Hugh Howey continues building the
Silo world of &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool &lt;/i&gt;in &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Proper Gauge. &lt;/i&gt;We left Sheriff Holston
dead with his secret after his “cleaning” of the outside camera lenses in &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool. &lt;/i&gt;In &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Proper Gauge,&lt;/i&gt; it is the next day. A day when revelers celebrate the
release of tension about who will do the next “cleaning.” They are grateful
they didn’t have to clean the lenses, now they can express that joy. While most
of the population in the silo are celebrating, Mayor Jahns and Deputy Marnes
are weighted down with grief over the loss of their friend and sheriff,
Holston. They also face the grueling task of finding the right person to fill
the empty sheriff’s position. This choice is of supreme importance to the mayor,
because “Whoever we decide will probably be here long after we’re gone.” Mayor
Jahns knows that choosing the right person for sheriff is as important as
choosing the right needle for her knitting project. The proper gauge in needles
or in people is, not only important, but “critical.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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possible candidates for the job, but only recommends one, Juliette Nichols. Juliette,
or Jules, was born into a family health practitioners, but she chose a
different path. She is content as Mechanical worker in the lowest levels of the
silo, which is 144 floors deep, and will probably refuse the position. Mayor
Jahns wants to visit these lower levels to “get us a proper gauge of this
Juliette” and take time for silent mourning. Both Jahns and Marnes are older
people, so the journey is a grueling trek down. Plus they are going against the
flow of travelers who are going to the first floor to celebrate the cleaning. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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the silo in search of a new sheriff, the people they pass look to Mayor Jahns
with eyes crying, “Keep us going, … Make it so my kids live as long as me.
Don’t let it unravel, not just yet.” But Jahns knows it “only [takes] one snip
for it all to unravel.” This is a heroic quest to save their people for one
more generation and we begin to see the possible threads that might unravel in
a segregated society divided by floors. “The silo was mathematically divided
into three sections of forty-eight floors each…” with the administrators and
white collar workers live on the upper floors of the silo. The workers who keep
the silo functional (farmers, electricians, mechanics) are on the lower levels.
And smack in the middle is IT with Bernard Holland, whom we instantly dislike, Head
of IT. We learn that it’s customary for the Head of IT to approve the Mayor’s
choice for sheriff.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The quest for a sheriff also
turns into a personal quest for unfulfilled love between our two travelers. It
is chance to build on a relationship they both chose to keep professional for
years and so, “out of nothing comes something,” has multiple meanings to the
plot. But not everything that comes out of this trip is beneficial and the hitches
in the overall plot of the whole &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool&lt;/i&gt;
series becomes more complex.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;I still have to give this novella
kudos. It continues to keep us interested in the overall series even though it limits
the number of character we are exposed to. In this way, the characters are
developed into realistically people with pasts and hopes and dreams -even in
what we believe is a depressingly limited world. Each peripheral character from
one story becomes the main character in the next, so there is still continuity
in the storytelling. In fact, our entire knowledge of the silo world of &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool&lt;/i&gt; grows with each reading. The rich
imagery and smells carry through from the top levels to the “down deep” of the
silo, and so do the political struggles over power usage and supplies. It’s still
worthwhile, so I’m on to reading, the third book in Hugh Howey’s &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool Series: Casting Off&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Why name a novel &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool&lt;/i&gt;?
Wool, wool. What wool? The cloth that’s itchy on sensitive skin? The fleecy covering
on sheep until they share it with us? Wool, like fuzzy heads or unshaved faces?
As it turns out, wool in Hugh Howey’s novel is the steel wool used to clean
camera lenses on a buried silo. A silo buried for life, for the living in some
post-apocalyptic world in which the descendants of survivors only have a
camera’s eye view of the outside world and that camera lens must be kept clean.
So wool, steel wool, is essential to this society. The title makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The opening line gets our attention with an opposition of
imagery and attitude. “The children were playing while Holston climbed to his
death…” The obvious dichotomy of playing children, full of life and dying creates
enough curiosity to engage the reader. The contrasts between living and dying
continues as Holston takes his time, moving up each step in a methodical and
ponderous way. He wears “old boots” as he climbs a metal spiral staircase,
paint chipped with age and metal floor worn so thin even the diamond no-slip
pattern is flatten by time and numerous footfalls. Holston punctuates this
difference as he reflects on how the sounds of “childlike delight” and youthful
nativity “who in their minds were not buried” are “incongruous with…his
decision and determination to die.” And we ask ourselves, why is he so
determined to die? Holston’s ponderings about what the “untold years had done,
the ablation of molecules and lives, layer and layer ground to fine dust” help
us empathize with Holston’s resignation borne of desperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Questions, pulled from reader with incongruities like laughing
children and death, are marvelous tools for writers and Howey uses them well. We
are engaged with Holston and this generationally buried society enough to read
the entire account. We learn about the importance of cleaning the outside
camera lenses, which needs to done every couple of years because toxic soot
builds up and clouds the exterior view. We also learn that the job is fatal.
The toxins in the air are still so powerful they deteriorate the chemical
safety suits in a matter of minutes and kill the “cleaner.” Criminals are
sometimes used to clean the lens, but at other times there are those who actually
volunteer for the job, like Holston does now…like his deceased wife did a year
ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Sheriff Holston was married to Allison, one of the few IT workers
in the silo. In this limited space, controlled environment procreation is only
permitted for couples who win the “lottery.” The lottery allows couples to attempt
to produce offspring for one year, then that privilege goes to another winning
couple. Holston and Allison won the lottery the year she volunteered for
“cleaning.” The laughing children remind him of what might have been, of the
child he and Allison might have had if not for the secret she learned while
recovering deleted computer files. However, as Holston learns, the secret
Allison thinks she discovered is not the real secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;I highly recommend &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool
&lt;/i&gt;by Hugh Howey because he builds his setting with rich details and his
characters, though a bit stagnant, are engaging. You sympathize with the main
characters and feel their pain. We don’t learn a lot about Deputy Marnes or
Mayor Jahns in this first book, but we are deeply involved with Sheriff
Holston, Allison and a society living in a silo. It’s not an action-packed,
plot-driven escapism novella, but it does keeps moving with twists and turns
you don’t see coming. And it does move quickly along, taking us into a
dystopian world with rich texture and compelling traditions. We don’t get
answers to questions like, “what happen to create this mess,” but we are sucked
into the world of one man and his desperate reaction to the loss of a spouse
and the loss of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;I’ve only seen one drawback to &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool. &lt;/i&gt;It’s a free standalone novella in the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool Series&lt;/i&gt; of five separate books. (&lt;i&gt;Wool&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; Proper Gauge&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt;
Casting Off&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; The Unraveling&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; The Stranded) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;It is part of the Silo Series which includes
the &lt;i&gt;Shift Series&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;First
Shift:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Legacy&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Second
Shift: Order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Third Shift: Pact&lt;/i&gt;), plus the
final novel, &lt;i&gt;Dust&lt;/i&gt;. It was free, so I can’t complain too much. And it did
pull me in enough to read the second book in the series, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Proper Gauge. &lt;/i&gt;FYI enjoyed it too, and now I’m working on the third
book, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Casting Off. &lt;/i&gt;More to come about
those books later. My only regret is that I bought the books individually and didn’t
go ahead and purchase the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Wool Omnibus
Edition&lt;/i&gt;, which contains those first five books&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Don’t make the same mistake I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One of the greatest challenges for any author writing a
trilogy is to preserve in each successive book the momentum of the plot as well
as the interest of the reader. Not all authors can achieve these goals, however
Jeff VanderMeer accomplishes both of these objectives plus adds to our
understanding of Area X without solving its mysteries in his second novel of
the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Southern Reach Trilogy, Authority.&lt;/i&gt;
Like &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Annihilation&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Authority &lt;/i&gt;is told from the limited point
of view of the main character. Whereas &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Annihilation
&lt;/i&gt;is told from the first person point of view through the journal of the
biologist on an expedition into Area X, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Authority&lt;/i&gt;
is told from the third person through the eyes of Control, the new director of
Southern Reach. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What is perhaps most fascinating in VanderMeer’s novels is
his ability to effectively relate the details of both the biologist’s and
Control’s observations from very different perspectives with clarity and
realism. In the case of &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Annihilation &lt;/i&gt;and
the biologist, we see the details relating to species of plants and animals and
the ecology of Area X in which they thrive and change. In &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Authority&lt;/i&gt;, we see both the overt communication and the subtle
nuisances of character in the staff working for Southern Reach. We see their quirks,
their strengths and weaknesses, and their value or possible threat to the goals
of Southern Reach. First and foremost, we learn about Control.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The opening segment of part one takes us into Control’s
recurring dream of standing on a cliff overlooking a cove which is ever-changing,
where behemoths “glide…like submarines or bell-shaped orchids or the wide hulls
of ships, silent, ever moving, the size of them conveying such a sense of power
that he can feel the havoc of their passage…” then he falls and keeps falling.
Control’s dream ties us to the first novel, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Annihilation,&lt;/i&gt;
in which the biologist observes strange behemoths in the sea by the Lighthouse in
Area X. It also hints at the ever-changing nature of the area which all the
previous expeditions observed. Plus the dream shows us a human weakness in
Control and hints at a link between him and this mysterious area. Then he
falls, and in falling causes the reader to immediately question whether this
link between Control and Area X will help or hinder the goals of Southern Reach
to contain the “contamination” and keep its real nature a secret.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The second segment opens with Control’s first day as
director at Southern Reach and we learn that this is his “last chance.” That
first line hints at career problems which have plagued Control during his time
with Southern Reach and we begin to see him as a rogue agent and a possible
hindrance to the mission. Through Control’s observations of the assistant
director’s reactions to him, her not sparing him an extra word or an extra
look, “except when he’d told her and the rest of the staff to call him
‘Control,’ not ‘John’ or ‘Rodriguez,’ we see the antagonism that is set up
between the characters. When she replies, call her “Patience,” not “Grace,” we
know Control’s reign will be tenuous. Grace also insists on calling him the
“acting” director, indicating the temporal nature of his tenure during the
transition period in which she is still actually in charge. Control
acknowledges that, “Until then, the issue of authority might be murky.” This
segment sets up, not only the conflict of man versus the unknown threat of Area
X’s possible expansion, but man versus man to gain power and authority which
carries throughout the entire novel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Even though it’s only Control’s first day, he admits he
“already felt contaminated by the dingy, bizarre building with its worn green
carpet and the antiquated opinions of the other personnel he had met.” Here is
foreshadowing of the contamination from Area X expanding behind the
confinements and barricades and Army guards which surround it. The very
building housing Southern Reach has “a sense of diminishment” as if it has been
blanketed in deterioration of hopelessness about solving the mystery of Area X.
It is feeling from which Control struggles to remain aloft as he begins his job
of interrogating the three returnees from the twelfth expedition: the surveyor,
the anthropologist and the biologist. Control sees something different,
something special in the biologist and he focuses all his attention on her as
he wades through reports about Area X, meets the team of scientists studying
the area and gives secret reports on his progress to The Voice via phone. We
also learn the missing psychologist from the twelfth expedition was, in fact,
the previous Director of Southern Reach. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Amid the antagonism of the assistant director, the
peculiarities of the scientific team and the oppressive feeling of stagnation,
Control and the biologist develop an unusual relationship. &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Southern Reach: Authority &lt;/i&gt;is a well-written book, not only
worthwhile reading, but one to add to the personal collection of your library.
I look forward to reading the third book in the trilogy, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Acceptance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;C.L. Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Annihilation&lt;/i&gt; is a fascinating
tale that grips you from the first chapter to the last. Jeff VanderMeer pulls
the reader into the story by creating a cascade of questions about the
mysterious Area X which is being monitored by the clandestine organization,
Southern Reach. The opening line sets the tone and style. “The tower, which was
not supposed to there, plunges into the earth…” This line presents both questions
and conflicting images at the same time. We not only ask how and why is the
tower there, we also wonder how a tower can plunge into the ground when normally
they go up toward the sky. This dichotomy continues throughout the novel,
presenting us with overt questions and stimulating us with opposing visuals.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Area X, which has been abandoned for decades “for reason
that are not easy to relate,” is described in vivid detail without emotional
attachment. We later learn that we are reading the journal of a biologist, one
of four members of an expedition sent “to continue the government’s
investigation into the mysteries of Area X.” We know by end of the first paragraph
that the expedition didn’t end well because she says, “Looking out over that
untroubled landscape, I do not believe any of could yet see the threat.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The members of the expedition
are only identified by their function: the biologist, the surveyor, the
anthropologist and the psychiatrist. We have to wonder why? We also learn that
expedition members were not permitted to bring any electrical equipment or
modern tools of their trade. They are instructed to only keep a personal,
hand-written journal and they are not allowed to share any of the information
they record with other members of their team. This restriction seems
scientifically inefficient and questionable. All the members chosen for this
twelfth expedition are women. The vague and unsatisfying explanation given is
that they were “chosen as part of the complex set of variables that governed
sending the expeditions.” No further information is given. Thus begins a series
of questions that seem to lead to more questions as we delve into the enigmatic
Area X in order to find the answers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The questions continue as we learn that something strange
and inexplicable happened to all the members of the previous expeditions. Some
expeditions killed each other, others killed themselves, still others unaccountably
“disappeared” from Area X, only appear home and have other problems there. And
yet with as much as I have already told you, I have barely scratched the
surface. Each revelation in Area X leads to multiple possibilities and more
questions. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is a must-read novel whether you’re a science fiction
fan or not. It grabs your attention from the first chapter and consumes you
with the craving to solve the mystery of Area X. Now that I’ve read Jeff
VanderMeer’s &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Annihilation, &lt;/i&gt;I eagerly
await the release of the second book in the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Southern
Reach &lt;/i&gt;trilogy, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Authority&lt;/i&gt;, which
was published at the end of May 2014. Jeff VanderMeer’s dynamic narrative style
promises future reading of a first class writer equally the likes of Steven
King and Michael Crichton. This series is not to be missed!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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C.L. Cohen&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Title: Among Others&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Author: Jo Walton&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Publisher: Tor Books&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;ISBN-10: 0765331721&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;ISBN-13: 978-0765331724 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Format: hardback, paperback, Kindle &amp;amp; audio
editions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Paperback: 304 pages&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Genre: Fantasy/Coming of Age&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Rating: 3 ½ out of 5 Stars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h3 class=&quot;BlogSubheading&quot; style=&quot;margin: 12pt 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
Distorting Time with Words&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Have
you ever noticed that when you’re young time oozes like syrup, but as you get
older it runs like water? &lt;/span&gt;Psychologist Jeremy Dean&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt; confirms this observation in his
article “10 Ways Our Mind Warp Time.” He &lt;/span&gt;says there are studies which
show “&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;people in their 20s
are pretty accurate at guessing [time] … but people in their 60s systematically
overestimate it, suggesting time is passing about 20% more quickly for them.”
So how does an author create this illusion in a novel? Jo Walton seems to have
found just how to capture it in her fantasy novel for young adults, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Among Others&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;BlogBodyCxSpLast&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Walton
first captures our attention by opening with a pivotal moment in the young
heroine’s life. Written as a journal entry for May 1&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; 1975, we
watch as 11-year-old Morganna, and her identical twin, Morwenna, approach the
Phurnacite factory in Abercwmboi. Their goal is to destroy the factory with
fairy magic because it “looked like something from the depths of hell, black
and looming with chimneys of flame, reflected in a dark pool that killed any
bird or animal that drank from it. The smell was beyond description.” Our
heroines are challenged by the looming presence around the factory, which has “no
vegetation here, not even dead trees. Cinders crunched underfoot, and clinker
and slag threatened to turn our ankles.” And there is a sign warning about
dangerous watch dogs. Though Morwenna is terrified of dogs, the brave sisters
throw the magic flower they’ve brought into the black pool and the next day the
factory announces its closing. Magic is real, though not the way we imagine it.
A post script from the journal’s author says she write this first because “it’s
compact and concise and it makes sense, and a lot of the rest of this isn’t
that simple.” This statement entices us to read further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;
Slowing Time with Daily Details&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The story then jumps ahead four years to September 5&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;
1979 and we learn that Morwenna died in a car accident and a seriously injured
Morganna has been sent to live with her estranged father after running away
from her insane mother. Using details about the mundane aspects of daily life
and numerous references to science fiction and fantasy novels, the remaining scenes
unfold slowly with only hints of magic, its unpredictable nature and the dangers
of using it for self-interest. Morganna choses to be called Mor, connecting
herself to her dead twin, yet in the first part of the story, she distances
herself from her father by just calling him “he.” We meet “the aunts”, Anthea,
Dorothy and Frederica, who control “him” by having him manage their estate. The
aunts “get rid” of Mor by rushing her off to the boarding school, Arlinghurst. Walton
sets the contrast between Mor’s life with her mother’s family and life at the
aunts’ house, enhancing the distance from her poor side of the family and her
father’s rich side. Mor’s only connection to her father is books. They share an
interest in science fiction/fantasy which Mor reads with an OCD consumption.
Since she is in constant pain from her injured leg and has nothing else to do,
we can sympathize with Mor and understand her reading compulsion. However,
continuing references to titles and authors slows the pacing and makes it a
challenge to continued reading even in the face of the subtle threat of her
mother’s magic. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;We are almost half-way through the novel before the
pacing speeds up with the introduction of Wim, a boy Mor meets at a
SciFi/Fantasy book club. Like a lot of things in life, the joy of being in
Wim’s presence carries Mor through the daily rituals of boarding school until
the next time with meeting him. Wim adds flavor to the plot with his questionable
reputation and his curiosity about magic until the final scene where Mor must
confront her mother. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;In order to improve my own writing, I read “Among
Others” because it won the 2011 Nebula Award. Through the first half of the
book, I kept asking why it won such a prestigious award when other novels held
so much more interest. But after finishing the book, it makes sense, and so
does the slow pacing of the first half. My kudos go to Jo Walton for using the
technique of slowing time with Mor childhood and then speeding it up as she
matures and for winning the 2012 Hugo Award for Best Novel. If you haven’t read
this novel, be as patient as you would with any teenager, knowing the maturity
at the end is worth it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Title: Red River&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Author(s): Kelly Van Hull&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Publisher: Kelly Van Hull&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Copyright: 2013&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;ASBN: BOOGQLNDOG&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Format: market paperback &amp;amp; ebook&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Genre: Young Adult Dystopian&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Part of Series: Book Two in the Tent City
Series&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Rating: 3 out of 5 stars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Kelly Van Hull continues to keep our attention in
the Second Book of the Tent City Series: &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Red
River&lt;/i&gt;. Many writers of dystopian fiction can fall out of balance between
maintaining realism versus “crossing the line” in the sequel. However, Van Hull
maintains a realistic balance in this novel for young adults despite her
apocalyptic theme, the Biblical references to end of times plagues and the
“advancements” which empower some of the characters. Continuity is maintained between
the first and second books with the first-person point of view narration through
the eyes of 17-year-old Dani. We learn that Dani’s 5-year-old brother, Brody,
is the prophesized “Golden Child”. Dani’s determined to protect Brody by
keeping his identity secret, even from their friends in Tent City. Like Van
Hull, Dani is doing a balancing act. Dani is still undecided about her feeling
for the brothers, Bentley and Jack, but that’s the least of her worries. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The novel opens with Dani discovering that Brody
has the mark of the Golden Child as the young people from Tent City, along with
Dani’s mother and father are on their way back to Tent City. The second plague
occurs as they cross the river, which has turned to blood. This means that Bentley
and Jack’s father, General Burke, can no longer be called a religious lunatic,
he’s right! They now know they must face the remaining plagues soon. However,
even concern about the plagues must be put on the back burner because winter in
the Black Hills is approaching and they need a new camp.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The plot pacing is enjoyable, as Dani and Bentley
search for a winter camp, but for me it’s just a backdrop for the inner
conflict which Dani faces as she wavers between the pouting teenager whose
parents are “in charge” and the strong young woman she is becoming. I like that
her protectiveness of Brody keeps her firmly rooted in her own strength and
that she constantly battles her own temper when she is forced to share the camp
with the infamous General Burke. New characters are smoothly introduced into
the sequel and flesh it out to create a lively conflict for Dani’s inner
conflict. A few surprising twists toward the end makes us wonder what will
happen in the third book to this trilogy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Though I enjoyed Kelly Van Hull’s second book, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Red River, &lt;/i&gt;it didn’t capture my
attention as much as the first book, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Tent
City,&lt;/i&gt; which I gave five stars. It’s still a good read, though, and I highly
recommend it for the young people and adults who are following Van Hull’s series.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Title: &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Tuesday’s
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Author(s): Dale Mayer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Publisher: Valley Publishing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Copyright: 2010&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;ISBN-13: 978-1-927461-31-0&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Format: trade paperback &amp;amp; ebook&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Genre: Paranormal/Romance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Part of Series: Book #3 of Psychic Visions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Rating:&amp;nbsp;4 out of 5 Stars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;A Gift I Wouldn’t Want Either&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;We’ve often heard that psychic “gifts” can be a
curse, but &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Tuesday’s Child&lt;/i&gt; takes the
cursing part to the extreme. Dale Mayer creates a compelling paranormal/romance
novel, where the main character is reclusive psychic Samantha Blair. Sam’s
psychic gift isn’t just an audio-visual or emotional connection to the subject;
she has a &lt;u&gt;physical&lt;/u&gt; connection to murder victims. Sam lives through each
ghoulish detail with the victims in real time, including their bleeding. She
gains our sympathy in the opening scene while experiencing one of these psychic
episodes: “The attack became a frenzy of stabs and slices, snatching all
thought away. Her body jerked and arched in a macabre dance. Black spots
blurred her vision and still the slaughter continued.” Experiencing these
horrific episodes leaves Sam physically depleted, often with wounds that heal
at a paranormal rate. We see how frail and vulnerable she is in a wide world
that doesn’t accept her strange ability. Where police suspect her involvement
if she tells them about the murders and where harassment or rejection is what
Sam expects from everyone. Mayer compels us to want to see Sam nurtured with
vivid descriptions. We want someone to come to her rescue, to help her, protect
her and offer her some repast from the brutality she lives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Dale Mayer creates the perfect compatibility in the
form of Detective Brandt Sutherland. Brandt is researching cold cases he
believes are related to a series of murders he’s been investigating. Brandt
isn’t the stereotypical hard-nosed cop we’ve come to expect. He is an
intelligent and capable member of Law Enforcement, but he is also open-minded.
Hints of his previous work with a psychic gives us hope for Brandt working with
Sam. There is the added bonus of the patient way he handles his mother when she
gets in trouble at the assisted living facility. We feel confident that he can
nurture Sam in the same way. So even though Sam doesn’t trust Brandt, we do and
we root for their successful union through the period of mistrust that’s bound
to occur.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;A Plot That Moves With Intelligence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Tuesday’s Child &lt;/i&gt;combines
a dichotomous plot of both fast-moving murder investigation and the importance
of friends and family that keeps us reading to the end. Brandt’s gentle
interactions with his mother combine with Sam’s helping dogs at the local vets to
create a loving backdrop in which a serial killer strikes at select victims
with horrifying violence and blood-letting. The murder has the glee of a
naughty child who &lt;u&gt;doesn’t&lt;/u&gt; get caught with his hand in the cookie jar. This
contrast of gentleness versus violence, love versus hatred continues throughout
the novel’s plot and subplot giving us the real-world feel of both the safety
and danger around us and reminds us why we fight to keep the world safe. Dale
Mayer creates an interesting read blended with a formula romance to produce the
perfect book to read on a rainy night or at the beach. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Author(s): Phillip W. Simpson&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Publisher: Arete Publishing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Copyright: 2010&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Genre: Young Adult Dystopian&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Phillip W. Simpson’s young adult novel, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Rapture Trilogy&lt;/i&gt;, paints a dystopian
world after the Biblical Rapture has occurred and the believers have been taken
to heaven. Written in third-person, limited point-of-view we follow the
teenaged protagonist, Sam, through a demon-infested landscape where the sun is
blotted out, the moon is red as blood and ash continually falls from the sky,
contaminating exposed water and food. Sam’s goal is to reach Los Angeles from
his home in Jacob’s Ladder, Utah. Along the way he battles demon’s, trying to
help the unbelievers left behind and fights beside the survivors holed up in
caves and old businesses that remain standing after the earthquakes. But Sam is
up to the challenge because he’s half-demon, half-human so has superior
strength and speed coupled with life-long training in martial arts using the
katana (long blade) &amp;amp; wakizashi (short blade). Of course, he has horns,
which makes gaining survivors’ trust more difficult. Along the way, Sam befriends
Joshua, who agrees to travel with him to Los Angeles, and together they save a
girl named Grace from a group of roughen survivors. This unlikely trio makes
their way across the brutal, post-Rapture landscape.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Simpson uses alternating chapters to give Sam’s
background, which works well in telling us about Hikari and his daughter, Aimi
who Sam loves, but slows the action a bit. His descriptions of both the setting
and the fight scenes are engaging, but his characters lack depth. For instance,
Sam is raised by Hikari, his sensei or teacher/foster-father who is, by all
accounts in the novel, perfect. We learn through the flashbacks that Hikari takes
Sam in as an infant from a Christian mother who was seduced by a demon. Hikari
devotes his life to Sam’s martial arts training and Biblical education. Though
Hikari was once a teacher, we have no idea how he supports Sam and Aimi. He
seems to always be at home, that is when he’s not at church. How he provides
for his family is a complete mystery. Aimi is also portrayed to perfection.
She’s an obedient daughter who happily takes on the responsibility of cooking
and cleaning for two men. On top of her household chores, Hikari trains Aimi in
the martial arts almost as rigorously as he trains Sam, and all the while she
maintains academic excellence and superior cheerleading skills. Excelling at
everything she does is a bit unrealistic. No wonder Sam loves her, she is
perfection incarnate. Neither Aimi nor Sam displays the rebellious nature that
occurs in 98% of American teenagers. As an ex-high school teacher, I found that
lack a little disturbing. Teenaged rebellion is part of growing up and
developing self-identity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;While Phillip W. Simpson’s Rapture Trilogy provides
us with a good escapism story, it lacks the depth and breadth of realism to
make it worth a second read. Though the main character is the picture of social
isolation, he lacks the rebellion, “&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;to liberate himself
or herself from childhood dependency on parental approval for always being the
&quot;good child.&quot; (Carl Pickard, PhD., “Surviving (Your Child’s)
Adolescence”, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Psychology Today &lt;/i&gt;December
6, 2009). Neither does Aimi, the quintessential “good child”. I doubt whether
the teen population which Simpson’s targets will identify with either
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Title: Tent City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author(s): Kelly Van Hull&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Publisher: Kelly Van Hull&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Copyright: 2013&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;ISBN-10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt; 1482754533 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Format: ebook, paperback (340 pages)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Genre: Young Adult, Speculative Fiction&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Not Quite a Dream Come True&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Who hasn’t
wanted to run away from home? Like most teenagers, I dreamed about freedom from
parental rules and taking charge of my own life. However, none of those dreams
included my parents telling me to run away or insisting I take my younger
siblings with me. That would have turned the dream into a nightmare! Yet that
is exactly what happens to 17-year-old Dani and her 5-year-old brother, Brody,
in Kelly Van Hull’s novel, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Tent City. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This young adult fiction weaves a story
realistic enough to be believable with a dystopian future. The story, in first
person point of view, tells how&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;the
Army, renamed the Council, under the leadership of General Burke controls all
resources to “protect” citizens from starvation after locusts destroyed most of
the crops. And now they want to “protect” children between the ages of five and
eighteen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Van Hull captures our sympathy immediately with the
opening line, “It feels a lot like the night my brother Drake died.” In one line
Van Hull ties creates reader empathy as well a scene tension as Dani’s parents
sit her at the kitchen table and tell her she needs to run away with her little
brother. Uncle Randy, who’s “high up” in the Army, has warned them that the
Council “fears if too many more deaths occur, the human population may be in
danger of extinction.” The answer, of course, is to put the children in safety
camps where procreation may be assured. Van Hull shows us lingering uncertainties
through Dani’s statement, “The year they took over is when most people died.
Doesn’t that seem weird to you?” Hesitant to take on the sole responsibility of
her brother, she’s given a choice between hiding in the cellar and running off to
hide in the Black Hills. Dani chooses the latter. But she isn’t some
self-assured, arrogant teenager. She questions her ability to take care of
Brody on her own and insists that her best friend, Kit, comes with them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The Ride of a Lifetime&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;This fast-paced ride begins as Dani, Brody and Kit
head for Black Hills on the family’s four-wheelers. As they follow a map Dani’s
father marked to their cabin and Kit proves her value by being the only one who
can actually read it. The plot is riveting, regardless of your age, as we
follow the trio deep into the woods. Dani gets her four-wheeler stuck in the
river and the group is rescued by a mysterious travelling teenager named Jack.
While Kit is flirtatious, Dani is cautious and sends him on his way post-haste.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dani and Kit create an interesting dichotomy
of characters. Kit’s practical skills are coupled with playfulness and Dani’s
guardedness is combined with curiosity. These contradictory skills come in
handy when the trio reaches their destination, only to find the cabin already
occupied &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; surrounded by a small city of tents.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Tent City&lt;/i&gt;
is of full of dichotomies. There’s Bentley, the hard-nosed community leader and
the previously mentioned, mild-mannered Jack. They obviously know each other
and don’t like each other, but denied this to Dani. Jack and Bentley are as
opposite as Kit and Dani. Where Bentley is a harsh, Jack is compassionate;
where Jack focuses on helping others with his healing skills, Bentley focuses
on fighting and conducting raids for supplies. They are an irresistible puzzle
to Dani, who must find out the secrets which seem to surround them both.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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puzzles and opposites. Who are Jack and Bentley and how do they know one
another? How can they both have such exceptional yet opposite skills? What does
the “spiritual awakening” after the locusts have to do with the Council’s
control? How can Dani protect Brody when she feels barely about to take care of
herself? Will Dani, Brody and Kit ever be able to bet back home? The ride is
worthwhile, so read &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Tent City &lt;/i&gt;and
learn, as Dani does, that answers sometimes yield more questions. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/feeds/8883112528541901994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/2013/07/tent-city-no-malingering-in-these-hills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126352330844491301/posts/default/8883112528541901994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126352330844491301/posts/default/8883112528541901994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/2013/07/tent-city-no-malingering-in-these-hills.html' title='Tent City: No Malingering in These Hills'/><author><name>CL Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14309226915208412390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlI7cJa9XZvs0XR12i-XbNEIMzD7ieCl6_K3kIy3NWJNW8FdNyvERFTaGtr9CY0CN2tlPSydiCEgP_ttQwia-iDXrApSAFQdLuLA8Xlil8aUSw-02YwgTnI1em2lN4Q/s220/2018-10-01+Me+1+medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126352330844491301.post-1965580198063015807</id><published>2013-06-08T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-04-27T17:52:46.560-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bruce Gilbert"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="By Dawn&#39;s Early Light"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie review"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nuclear war"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rebecca DeMorney"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trinity&#39;s Child"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="William Prochnau"/><title type='text'>Ask Yourself, “What If?”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;A movie review by Rhodes FitzWilliam
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Title: By Dawn’s Early Light
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Author(s): Teleplay by Bruce Gilbert, based on the novel, Trinity’s Child, by William Prochnau
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Director: Jack Sholder
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Copyright: 1990
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;ASIN: B00021R7CG
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Format: Made for TV Movie, Available on disk
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Genre: Speculative Fiction
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Rating:4 ½ out of 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stars
Nuclear Uncertainty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;We live in a generation once removed from the Cold War between the United States and the former Soviet Union and its ever-present threat of nuclear war. Our children and grandchildren don’t watch fearful adults stocking food in the basement or neighbors building bomb shelters. They don’t practice the emergency “duck and cover” in school. And that’s a good thing. It doesn’t, however, mean that those nuclear warheads have been decommissioned. On the contrary, according to an April 2013 Update from the Arms Control Association, the United States and the former Soviet Union have over 8,000 nuclear weapons. And, let’s be clear, accidents can still happen. The check and balance system in place can still fail to function. And now we live under the threat of terrorists, who may gain access to those nuclear weapons. That’s why I believe the Bruce Gilbert’s teleplay, &lt;em&gt;By Dawn’s Early Light&lt;/em&gt;, is just as relevant today as it was when it aired on television in 1990. 
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;By &lt;em&gt;Dawn’s Early Light&lt;/em&gt; features an exceptional cast. Powers Boothe plays the hard-core B-52 pilot, Cassidy, and Rebecca De Mornay plays his co-pilot, Moreau, who acts as the voice of conscience. James Earl Jones stars as Alice, the general in charge of Looking Glass (an Air Force command plane), and Martin Landau as the President of the United States. But it’s not just the cast that makes this movie good. It’s the premise that terrorists might be able to access nuclear weapons and that a response system that depends heavily on computer-coordinated attacks can break down, which happens in this movie. The situation is set when a dissident group within the Soviet military uses a nuclear warhead on a Soviet city. The Soviet’s computer-controlled response system automatically sends bombs to pre-set targets within the United States. The President is warned about the ensuing attack by General Renning, played by Nicolas Coster, who is in charge of NORAD (North American Aerospace Defense Command). Renning needs “the codes” to initiate the counter-attack. Luckily, the Soviet leader sends a teletype directly to the President telling him the attack was automated and not an intentional act of war. The Soviet leader agrees to accept an equally devastating attack from the United States in order to stop a full-scale nuclear war. The President agrees, against the dire warning of the General Renning that he is “being conned on a level unprecedented in history.” But the President stands firm as he gives NORAD the codes with orders to limit the first counter-attack. Thus begins a dialogue between the two super-power leaders to stop an inevitable full-scale automated war. The objective is set: to “turn off” the nuclear war. Like all quests, complications and deterrents stand in the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To War or Not to War, That is the Question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;The story complications grow when NORAD informs the President that the Soviet Union has launched a second attack. They can’t tell where these missiles are targeted, but he says, “With god as my witness, it makes no difference…” because in accordance with the current treaty, the Chinese will now automatically attack Russia. General Redding tells the President that all communication with the Soviet Union is down and the Russian President may not even be in control. Then NORAD is destroyed and the President’s helicopter is downed by an off-track missile, leaving the Secretary of the Interior in charge of the primary command plane as Condor. Condor accepts the direction of Col. Fargo, Rip Torn, and wants to “win” a nuclear war. Thus two factions emerge within the chain of command, an injured President without proper codes trying to stop the war and Condor who has them trying to escalate it, each vying for legitimacy. Each member of the military, from the rank-in-files to the generals must now choose which orders they believe are correct.
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Scenes change rapidly within this face-paced movie, making it  a terrific watch. Even though it contains some profanity, it’s within the context of accepted military dialogue. I’ve shown By Dawn’s Early Light to a high school class to stimulate class discussion because it makes the audience think about what they would do if they were given orders to destroy a city and the penalty for disobeying was death? Like questions about those who stood by as the Nazis committed genocide against the Jew, it forces you to think, where would you stand? &lt;em&gt;By Dawn’s Early Light&lt;/em&gt; is definitely on my “Must Watch” list and, believe me, you won’t be disappointed. In fact, I can’t wait to read the book on which it’s based, &lt;em&gt;Trinity’s Child&lt;/em&gt;,  to compare the two.
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/feeds/1965580198063015807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/2013/06/ask-yourself-what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126352330844491301/posts/default/1965580198063015807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126352330844491301/posts/default/1965580198063015807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/2013/06/ask-yourself-what-if.html' title='Ask Yourself, “What If?”'/><author><name>CL Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14309226915208412390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlI7cJa9XZvs0XR12i-XbNEIMzD7ieCl6_K3kIy3NWJNW8FdNyvERFTaGtr9CY0CN2tlPSydiCEgP_ttQwia-iDXrApSAFQdLuLA8Xlil8aUSw-02YwgTnI1em2lN4Q/s220/2018-10-01+Me+1+medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126352330844491301.post-2205082025374111</id><published>2013-04-11T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-04-27T17:53:46.331-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="body snatchers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="common good"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stephenie Meyers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strong female characters"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Host"/><title type='text'>Coming to a Host Near You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0316218502/ref=as_li_tf_il?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0316218502&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;tag=scwrorwr-20&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://ws.assoc-amazon.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;ASIN=0316218502&amp;amp;Format=_SL110_&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;tag=scwrorwr-20&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=scwrorwr-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0316218502&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;border: currentColor !important; margin: 0px !important;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot;&gt;

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&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The
Host &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;by Stephenie Meyer is reputed to be a hybrid of
science fiction and romance. As a fan of both genres, I found myself
disappointed. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the novel and found many
surprising qualities in it. It’s just that the strong attraction and sexual
tension usually associated with romance isn’t one of them, and the fear of
alien invaders taking control plus understanding of science associated with
scifi isn’t the other. So what kept me reading this hybrid?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The novel opens during the “insertion” of an alien
into a human host. What caught my attention immediately is that the process is
not depicted as the scary, oh-my-god, violent act of pen etseeration that is considered
norm for most body snatchers-type stories. Instead the alien occupation comes
in the form of a gentle operation, with a Healer implanting a being called “a
soul” into the human host. This “soul” is already respected and admired by
others of her species because she has lived on more worlds than others of her
kind. Hence they name her Wanderer. The conflict is spelled out directly by the
Healer in the opening. This wonderful, gentle soul is being inserted into one
of the most violent and irrational human host, Melanie Stryder, who threw
herself down an elevator shaft trying to avoid capture and occupation by the
aliens. The setup is beautiful. It puts the reader on the both sides of the proverbial
coin. We admire and are curious about this well-traveled alien who awes her own
kind at the same time we empathize and appreciate the strong-willed, rebellious
human. Here is a different approach to the body snatching story.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The beauty of the story is the internal conflict
which occurs between Melanie and Wanderer. Melanie is cunning, insinuating her
own emotions into the Wanderer through dreams and selectively chosen memories
about her brother, Jamie, and her lover, Jared, while at the same time keeping
specific information about their whereabouts hidden. That information must be
kept secret because the Seeker who is assigned to Wanderer follows her, constantly
questioning the memories she is able to recover. It is the Seeker’s job to find
the remaining rebel humans and bring them back to be occupied by souls. She is obnoxiously
aggressive in these duties. In fact the distaste that both Melanie and Wanderer
feel for the Seeker is the first thing they agree on. Melanie’s fear for Jamie
and Jared’s safety and her desire to be with them is strong enough to eventually
infiltrate the Wanderer’s body and mind, slowly making Melanie’s feelings
dominant enough to manipulate Wanderer into searching for the concealed camp of
Jebediah, Melanie’s survivalist uncle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Additional conflicts arise when Wanderer is captured
by Jeb and his band of human survivors. Wanderer is held hostage in an extensive
cave system with humans who want to kill her, but Jeb’s curiosity is peeked by her.
He seems to see something in Wanderer, aka Wanda, which the others don’t, so Jeb
keeps her alive against popular opinion. Melanie’s beloved Jared hates Wanda
even more than the other humans do. This amplifies the inner conflict between
Melanie, who wants to touch Jared, and Wanda, who wants to avoid Jared’s
violent reactions. The situation is complicated because Melanie is actually
jealous of Wanda. Melanie doesn’t want Jared to touch Wanda! Under Jeb’s
orders, Wanda participates in the daily chores of living in the community,
planting crops, cooking food, etc. Wimpy Wanda is terrified to come out of the
hole in which she’s been kept, but likes the thought of contributing to the
common good, an idea that permeates the book. Wanderer reacts nonviolently to
all the human violence while battling the inner conflict of Melanie’s desire to
strike back or reach out. One by one, the humans begin to tolerate Wanda’s presence,
then accept her. One human, Ian, even falls in love with Wanda…not Melanie. This
creates a strange love square instead of a love triangle between Melanie,
Jared, Ian and Wanda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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humans with her unflinching nonviolence and desire to promote the common good. This
dichotomy of violence-pacifism and egotism-altruism is the story’s strength and
its weakness. Wanda acts with such perfect pacifism that she makes Gandhi look like
a thug. Even Melanie becomes a compatriot, a friend, and then a sister to this
alien intelligence possessing her body. When Wanda insists that she must forfeit
her own life to give the body back to Melanie, Melanie rejects the idea. If
this doesn’t test the limits of believability enough, the solution does. The
humans hunt for and find another human body who is younger and hence more malleable
than Melanie. They insert the parasitic soul into this body, which is frail and
beautiful with long golden hair. Think of fairytale princess and you’ll have
the general idea. Anyway, Jared gets Melanie back, Ian gets to keep Wanda, and
all is right with the fracked up world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;This is apparently Ms. Meyer’s first attempt at
writing for a mature audience, so we need to be tolerant of the simple sentence
structure, vocabulary and happily-ever-after ending. Because, let’s face it,
the ideas are fresh against the stale back-drop of body-snatcher mentality.
However, as an adult reader I’d like to see a more creative approach to naming than
calling doctors “Healer”, alien analgesics &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“No Pain”, antibiotics called “Heal” and scar
minimizers named “Smooth.” I’d also like to see more complexity in the alien
personalities. After all, we expect an alien race that has taken control of at
least nine different planets to be more sophisticated and to have a more mature
attitude toward the multitude of life-styles presented by species that are
Bats, Dolphins, Spiders and Flowers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;There is now a movie based on this book and I’m
curious about how they will handle and change the story line of this would-be
science fiction/romance. I’ll let you know my take on it after I’ve seen it. In
the meantime, I still recommend reading this book.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/feeds/2205082025374111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/2013/04/coming-to-host-near-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126352330844491301/posts/default/2205082025374111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126352330844491301/posts/default/2205082025374111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://dystopianreviewer.blogspot.com/2013/04/coming-to-host-near-you.html' title='Coming to a Host Near You!'/><author><name>CL Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14309226915208412390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlI7cJa9XZvs0XR12i-XbNEIMzD7ieCl6_K3kIy3NWJNW8FdNyvERFTaGtr9CY0CN2tlPSydiCEgP_ttQwia-iDXrApSAFQdLuLA8Xlil8aUSw-02YwgTnI1em2lN4Q/s220/2018-10-01+Me+1+medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126352330844491301.post-7124268078295048588</id><published>2013-01-04T20:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2016-04-27T15:17:00.375-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Digital Winter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dystopia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="end day"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="end of the world"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gansky"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hitchcock"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="speculative fiction"/><title type='text'>Digital Winter: A Book That Won’t Leave You Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Digital Winter&lt;/em&gt; by Mark Hitchcock &amp;amp; 
Alton Gansky (Harvest House Books, 2012) is an attention-getting, face-paced
read that keeps you turning the page. What more could you ask from a piece of
speculative fiction? Yet some people seem bothered by the fact that Mark
Hitchcock is a Biblical prophecy expert. However if you enjoy reading dystopia
fiction as I do, who better to write it? Couple Hitchcock’s frightening vision
of the future with Alton Gansky’s award-winning skills as a novelist and you
have a real winner.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;I found Digital Winter to have a
realistic present-day setting full of the probable military linguistics and
security precautions that are appropriate in our digital world according to my
readings in the Federation of American Scientist’s &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Secrecy Blog&lt;/i&gt;. There’s the initial discovery of an self-replicating
computer virus, suspicions of terrorists, the rush of the President to a secure
location and the crumbling infrastructure of a computer-dependent society post-computers.
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The story begins with the introduction
of Stanley Elton, a successful CEO for San Diego’s largest CPA firm, and his college
professor wife, Royce. They are the parents of an elusive central character,
Donny. Donny Elton is a 22-year old, monosyllabic computer savant who appears
to be a silent central character throughout the novel. The story then moves in
quick, short scenes that take us from the upper-class suburb of Coronado Island
in San Diego to College Park, Maryland and introduces us to Dr. Roni Matisse
and her husband, Colonel Jeremy Matisse, PhD, who is a major figure in the USCYBERCOM
division of the NSA, who is by the way a Christian. Life through Jeremy’s eyes shows
us the backstage story of the coming digital disaster. It includes enough
description and brief history of the setting to give the reader a sense of
place without becoming bogged down in excessive details. We follow these
characters through standard dystopian events such as losing power, water and
the general breakdown of civic order as officials try to stave off social
disaster and restore some semblance of order.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Even though those of us familiar with
the genre know the story line, we keep reading anyway because we are curious to
see where the story will take us and how Shadow, a recurring symbol throughout
the novel, plays into events. For instance, why is Donny suddenly making full
sentences after years of saying only one word? It is Donny’s opening line of “Shadow,
shadow on my right, / Shadow, shadow on my left, / Shadow, shadow everywhere, /
Shadow has all the might,” that &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;reappears at critical points throughout the
story, leaving us to wonder about its meaning and Donny’s relationship to it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The only aspect of this novel that felt
surrealistic to me are the main characters. Both the Eltons and the Matisses
are professional couples with long-term marriages who are still deeply in love.
Maybe it’s just my personal history of being raised in a single-parent home, becoming
a single parent myself and not knowing many couples with a long-term love, but their
relationships did make me question their character’s validity. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Other than that, I loved the novel enough
to read the entire thing one Saturday morning. Though the battle between good
and evil is not as flamboyantly obvious as Steven King’s &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The Stand, &lt;/i&gt;but I think that works in the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Digital Winter’s &lt;/i&gt;favor.&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I
definitely recommend it and look forward to reading the sequel. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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FitzWilliam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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by Susan Wilson&lt;br /&gt;
Published by Wheeler Publishing,&lt;br /&gt;
a part of Gale, Cengrage Learning&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Copyright 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;One Good Dog, by Susan Wilson, is a moving story about how a
dog can merge into our life and help us learn about our own humanity. It is a
story told from two points of view: the main character, Adam March, and the
unnamed dog who he encounters. Both are hardened warriors. Adam in the trenches
of the corporate world, where he has clawed and climbed his was up out of
poverty and the foster homes in which he was raised to a life of
nothing-but-the-best luxury. The dog, a pit bull mix, who has slashed and
killed his way through human-arranged dog fights just to remain alive in a
small cage without human kindness or the normal social contact with other dogs.
Their story is told with unflinching clarity and simplicity, making it the kind
of good book that you can’t wait to continue reading.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;The brief prologue, told from the dog’s point of view,
introduces us to these two warriors making eye contact for the first time and
the dog recognizing Adam as a fellow warrior. Though Adam and the dog don’t
meet until later in the book, the prologue peaks our interest and we want to
read more. We are introduced to Adam living the high-stress life of a corporate
executive in a plush office, with three homes and a token wife focused on climbing
ever-higher on the social ladder to keep their daughter going to the right
schools, wearing the right clothes, and knowing the right people. Adam’s house
of cards comes tumbling down when his assistant leaves him a Post-it with the
message, “You’re sister called” and we learn that Adam’s sister disappeared
from his life when his was young. His emotions spiral out of control as memories
of his past life as an abandoned child intrude on his upwardly mobile. In a
rage, he slaps his assistant, which causes him to lose his job, his wife and
daughter, and most of his money. Frankly, we don’t feel sorry for him at this
point because he is callous about his underlings and too proud of his top-dog
stance. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;We meet the other top-dog as he enters his newest fight. The
pit bull’s attitude toward his opponents contrasts brilliantly with
Adam’s.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Where Adam’s is malevolent, the
dog’s is benign. His “sorry I had to kill you, but good fight” show’s more
compassion than Adam’s detestable attitude toward the Judge and his
court-invoked volunteer work at the Fort Street Center offering food and
shelter to homeless men.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ironically, the
law intervenes in the life of both characters. Animal Control invades the house
where the pit bulls are fought and rescues the dogs. Only our top-dog escapes
them, dragging the pole leash behind him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;It is not surprising that we like the dog more the Adam at
first. However, as Adam works through his emotional baggage to learn compassion
for those less fortunate than himself, we develop an attachment to Adam. Each
step Adam takes brings him closer to the kind of man we might befriend, until
eventually he learns about forgiveness. I would recommend this book to anyone
who likes reading about growing, changing and becoming a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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