Book Review – Splinterlands by John Feffer

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Splinterlands by John Feffer is a dystopian novel set in 2050. Julian West is writing a report updating events of the world since his book Splinterlands was published in 2020 before the Great Undoing, the global collapse of economies around the world. Julian, sick and old, visits his children Aurora, Gordon and Benjamin via virtual reality. He witnesses the damage to the world he had predicted in his book, the careless lack of empathy from those who’d profited off of the world’s demise, and his younger son’s battle for what he believes in. Finally, he visits his ex-wife who lives in a commune and attempts to draw her into a rejuvenation project until he realizes it has all been a ruse – the report and the reason for the treatment.

What I love about this novel is that not only do you get to see this dystopian world through West’s eyes, but there is also an unnamed editor who leaves footnotes in West’s report that clues you in on different aspects of West’s life and those around him. It is a clever writing technique.

Feffer’s book is a reminder of what can and is happening in the world today. Globally, we are on a precipice of decline. The upper 1% keeps getting wealthier and the lower 99% has little hope. His novel is an all too real, bleak glimpse into our own future.

Rating: 5 Stars

Genre: Science Fiction/Dystopian

To Purchase: Amazon

Ghosts of New Year

A ghostly tale that keeps you in suspense until the great twist at the end.
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Ghosts of New Year

City236.jpgHave you seen it?

“What?” I said looking around.

The Past. The Present. The Future.

“I’ve seen two of them,” I replied and jumped behind the fridge. There was nobody there.

Such a shame. Such a shame.

The voice ricocheted around the room as though the last lonely echo fleeing a subterranean tunnel.

“John, is that you?”

I had no idea why I said it because I’d only ever known one John and he’d died in a car crash aged seven. There was just something about the voice that made me panic, set my heart all a jitter; it unnerved me.

I wish I could show you the future as I see it in colours and sound and cascades of gold. I can’t, though. No, not yet.

“Look whoever you are!” I growled in as fearsome a tone as I could muster. “Who are you? Where…

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Fine Dining

This appealed to my darker nature.
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wine

“Refinement,” Albert said, raising his glass high. “That’s what’s missing from society these days. A sense of class. Culture.”

Light glinted on the rim of the round glass and danced over the little ripples in the golden wine. Albert watched it in silence for a moment, studying each little movement. The wine’s aroma filled his nostrils. He took a small sip and let the taste linger on his tongue.

Yes, he decided, this was an excellent vintage.

“What a shame,” Albert continued, “that our society no longer values such things. Such wonderful, wonderful things.”

His gaze swept over the room and he smiled a cold smile, one that never reached his dark eyes.

“Wouldn’t you agree?” he asked.

There was no answer. Ten eyes stared pleadingly at him from terrified faces. Twenty hands struggled with the ropes that bound them to polished wooden chairs.

“Of course you wouldn’t,” Albert said…

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small stones – January 2, 2017

for the first time, I truly saw your frailty
my once strong poppa now so brittle —
you’d fallen, dizzy from too much cold medicine
and brother had to help you down the stairs
I hadn’t worried about losing you
until then – now I am a hawk, watching
over your every move, afraid —
I’d spent so many years away from you
I don’t want to lose you so soon