Author and young mother D. M. Guay writes urban fantasy, and she has just been diagnosed with a very serious form of cancer — stage IV. Buy these books, you will enjoy them and it will give her a boost as well as help her income.
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Many readers get post-apocalypse confused with dystopian so I put both into one book — Action Figure. Dystopias usually emphasize spying, population control, oppression, a huge difference between the upper classes and the working class with nothing in between, privilege versus desperate struggles in the streets and an urban world of overpopulation.
Post-apocalypse comes when all the spying devices fail, the weather gets really unpleasant (variations — alien invasions, EMP attacks) and the narrative becomes the individual’s struggle to survive a world lacking all those amenities we have come to know and love.
Both have been present in other historical narratives, those being the Spanish conquest of the Americas.
Just finished reading the story of Francisco Orellana’s exploration of the Amazon — he starts from Quito in search of a utopia he has heard of, and ends up in a dystopian world of hunger and desperation. Fascinating reading.
Ah the future! This was the 1950’s future. So many novels I have read that saw the future as only a few decades away but I guess it’s centuries away. A lot of dystopian novels I read years ago had corporations controlling everything which made it a really bad-ass dystopia but that left me confused. If corporations controlled everything then they had to come up with education, electricity, roads, water, sewage, health care, distribution of food and clothing, etc. Then they wouldn’t be a corporation they would be a government. So the reader, being me, is left wondering and confused and the world-building doesn’t work. Usually the dystopian novels had a big villainous corporation lurking around that did bad stuff but then the writer never made it clear who was supplying the other stuff. So where is the oil and gas coming from and who makes the streetlights work?
I decided to stick with bad-government dystopia, it’s just simpler and I don’t think I confused my readers in the 88.3 series.
the Old Guy, the genius of the rebellion in the Western Cessions. Actually it is a portrait of Andrew Carnegie but it will do for a face, a presence, to embody the Old Guy, secret arranger and planner and plotter, genius of strategy as well as tactics. the man behind the whole thing.
The Weaponsmaker is doing better than expected and am now working on the advertising for At Large and Action Figure. It is in Action Figure that The Old Guy finally appears and becomes prominent.
Great review on Amazon; “This is a good book. I would read a bit and then think what I would do in similar circumstances. It inspired me to be a better man, learn new things and help those around me. I think the author did a tremendous job describing his characters, their hopes and dreams, all in a way that made it seem entirely plausible. The “universe” created was rife for revolution and th perfect man for the job was almost forced to become the leader needed for that. After finishing the book I bought the next two in the series. I actually did something I haven’t done before, I so enjoyed living and experiencing the story that I would read a bit and then think about it because I did not want the story to end. Giles Becker was unknown to me but now I want to read and sink into more of his creations.”
They might not exactly resemble each other but they may be on the same note there in the cold plains of Mongolia.
Making a trip back to Kansas City soon, on the train, in a sleeper — the most luxurious way to travel ever. If you have the time. Searching out the flashpoints for all three books, all of which happen in the future Kansas City. My future city seems to cover half of several states, until it runs into St. Louis on one side and Omaha on the other. Depressing? But think of the fun of lively neighborhoods and the legendary heroes of the slums!
Merry Christmas to you and yours. Hope you are singing, celebrating and being with ones you love. Snowstorms are hitting Midwest, and the East.
Working on Book IV of the 88.3 series is absorbing; speaking of singing. It’s about a quartet of young men and one older leader singing their way into the apocalypse. They are street-wise and know how to handle themselves in a fight, and they sing like angels. Hats off, hats out, beg your listeners to throw in a few pennies and try to stay away from the gunfire in the streets of the city-world.
And also, try your best to stay away from the Resistance, even though they appear to be the good guys. Most of them don’t read music or understand why five guys are harmonizing on a street corner in the middle of gunfire. The Resistance, in short, is completely at a loss.
To concoct things that never existed and never will; that are beyond existence. A future world, a dystopia, inhabited planets, civilizations at the center of the earth or 20,000 leagues under the sea. We do not go to The Martian Chronicles to tell us what Mars is like, but for the power of Bradbury’s imagination and his eloquence. Those series of stories exist quite comfortably alongside the science-based, factual The Martian. But at the deepest part of The Martian, it is about a struggle of a lone man to survive.
Same as ‘The Weaponsmaker’. A rich young man thrown out into the hot and dangerous street without the slightest idea of what kind of people lived down there. Archetypes, deep plot lines scored in our heads.