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Thursday, November 12, 2015

"The Awesome Headfux" by Will Lorimer

INTERVIEW and REVIEW
The Awesome Headfux
by Will Lorimer


Will Lorimer, author of The Awesome Headfux, joins us today for an interview and to share an excerpt from his book. You can also read my review.


Description
Spanning worlds, realities, genres and possibilities, this counter factual novel begs the question - what if our reality is faux, all history bunkum, and the mind boggling conspiracy outlined within its pages, true? What if our culture is just an aggregation of stories recorded in the Book of Eternity? What if all the great scientists and savants are mere story tellers? What if this isn't a novel at all, but instead is the factual account of a nerve-racking tour of the multiverse, by way of describing where we come from and are headed.
Drawn from the Secret Histories kept in the Lodge of the Old Beard, and other ancient sources, this novel could radically change your understanding of History, Science and Reality.


Excerpt
The Legend of the Return
Of all the Bedouin stories told around the fires of shepherds camped down in the desert, perhaps the most popular is the Legend of the Return. Although there are as many versions as there  are Wailing Tribes, these have the  same basic elements in common.
A young man, dying of thirst and lost in a maze of desert canyons, spies something glittering at the base of a cliff. Hoping it is light reflected on water, he hurries closer, and does not know whether to be pleased or disappointed when he sees a jewelled sword buried up to the hilt in a big boulder. Taking the gem-encrusted pommel in both hands, he eases out the blade, careful not to scratch the shiny metal, releasing a pressurised spring of dark red liquid in an arcing spout. Desperate to slake his thirst even though  he suspects the liquid might be blood, kneeling, he places the sword on a flat stone to the side, and, bending lower, averts his head to drink.
Just then, a blind old man creeps out from his hiding position behind the rock, snatches the sword, and angrily demands to know who has unstoppered his bottle and is spilling his precious red wine on the ground. Unable to move because a blade is creasing the nape of his neck, the Young Man recalls the First Law of the Wailing 12 Tribes, which requires the young to respect their elders, no matter how mad they might seem. Politely, he introduces himself, apologises for his ignorance in mistaking the Old Man’s bottle for a rock, and offers whatever restitution is demanded. Disarmed by the young stranger’s good manners, as he is as well-brought-up as any lad of the 12 Wailing Tribes, the blind Old Man turns the sword round  in his hands, presenting the pommel, and tells the Young Man to take the stopper and put it back in the bottle.
Just then, the Young Man notices a skull atop a pile of gnawed bones, half in shadow in the lee of the rock where the blind Old Man had been hiding. Graciously, he thanks the blind Old Man, accepts the proffered sword, half turns, making out he is about to replace the ‘stopper in the bottle’, twists back, raises the sword high, and decapitates the old man with a mighty blow.
Adeptly catching the falling head behind his back before it hits the ground, he then hurls it high over the canyon wall and stands watching it rapidly ascending, until it become a tiny dot and finally disappears into the blue. Satisfied at last he is alone, the Young Man, still obedient to the wishes of the blind Old Man, slots the sword back in the rock, stopping up the flow and, kneeling, is about to drink from the pool below, when he notices, reflected in blood, the face of the blind Old Man, where his should have been.
That night, the Young Man, now a blind Old Man, dreams he sees his younger self, lit up like a red lantern, glowing cheerily amid the starry jewels of the night sky. Calling up, he shouts, ‘I was you once.’ To which a Young Man replies, ‘and will be again, when you return’.


My Review


By Lynda Dickson
Part One of The Awesome Headfux is told from the point-of-view of the Mark Two News Head owned by Seth, a writer. Now, the Head is just what it sounds like - a talking head that receives transmissions and relays the news. But, it turns out he's making transmissions of his own. Why is the Head spying on a lowly writer? Well, it turns out Seth is the illegitimate son of the Count, half-brother to the Rich Chancellor, and he's in line for the Patrimony of the Fux. The author creates a new world and language, reminiscent of 1984 and A Clockwork Orange, while the dark humor and field guides are reminiscent of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series. Extensive footnotes help clarify the world-building.
Part Two is told from the point-of-view of Luke, who can't remember who he is, but who has flashes of a past life. This part of the story is once again reminiscent of 1984 - with shades of Big Brother - as well as The Truman Show and the Bible - with Luke seeing himself as God, in control of his "experiment".
Part Three is told mostly in a play format, featuring (of all things!) talking cats (an homage to Cats: The Musical?).
Intrigued? Are you wondering how these three seemingly disparate storylines are connected? Well, you'll just have to read The Awesome Headfux to find out. And then, maybe you can explain it to me!
I don't usually read fantasy/science fiction, but I found the premise of this book intriguing. Honestly, I'm not really sure what to make of it, and I'm not even sure I understand it; it shows moments of brilliance, but it's definitely confusing. Maybe it's in need of editing to make it a bit more accessible to the general public. Maybe it's my fault - and maybe that's why I don't usually read this genre. In all sincerity, I can't tell if the author is brilliant, delusional, playing a literary joke on us - or all three! You'll just have to come to your own conclusions. Please let me know what you think!


Interview With the Author
For what age group do you recommend your book?
11 years upwards.
What sparked the idea for this book? 
A dream, I had of a prison camp, where experiments were done on people, in some remote place. The prison camp is in the second part of the book.
Which comes first? The character's story or the idea for the novel?
The character’s story. That is about someone who finds out that just about everything he believes about his world at the beginning of the story, is shown to be untrue, by about a third of the way in. 
What was the hardest part to write in this book?
Part one, where I had to interweave diverse elements into the plot, without disrupting the narrative flow.
How do you hope this book affects its readers?
To question their world view.
How long did it take you to write this book?
It took me 10 years on and off.
What is your writing routine?
I start early.
How did you get your book published?
I formed my own publishing company – Inkistan.com.
What advice do you have for someone who would like to become a published writer?
Write honestly. Forget about correcting as you write. That you can do later. Self censoring is the biggest danger to becoming a writer. The most important thing (in my opinion) is to achieve flow. 
What do you like to do when you're not writing?
Recover, take walks, chill, and otherwise make art.
What does your family think of your writing?
Um, guess that is mixed.
Please tell us a bit about your childhood.
I thought most adults were nuts, an opinion that has not changed much.
Did you like reading when you were a child?
Yes, particularly science fiction.
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
Around the family dinner table when I was around seven, I guess. Later, I wrote about family meals in The Last of the Lutchens. 
Did your childhood experiences influence your writing?
Yes, in The Last of the Lutchens, certainly. Generally I think childhood experiences form the person.
Which writers have influenced you the most?
The Bible.
Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?
Not much yet, but I'm looking forwards to hearing from readers.
What can we look forward to from you in the future?
More novels. I have a couple half finished.
Thank you for taking the time to stop by today, Will. Best of luck with your future projects.
Thank you, Lynda.


About the Author
Will Lorimer, had a myth spent youth, bunking school and reading SF. A graduate of the mean streets of Edinburgh; besides travelling the world, and living in various capital cities and in remote places among indigenous peoples; he held the world’s first Ideal Gnome Exhibition, introduced electric yo-yos to Scotland; had many solo Art Exhibitions, in the UK and abroad; converted a derelict grain mill into a rock n’ roll hotel, with organic farm; ran a market stall in Brick Lane, London; designed jewelry; ran a removals business; in 2001 he was recognized by the UN for his voluntary work with his local community group in Edinburgh.


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Saturday, March 1, 2014

"Wakefield (Mad World Book One)" by Erin Callahan and Troy H. Gardner

REVIEW
Wakefield
(Mad World Book One)
by Erin Callahan and Troy H. Gardner


Wakefield is the first book in the Mad World series. Also available: Tunnelville. Coming soon: Perfection. Mad World is planned to be a six-book series.


Wakefield is currently on tour with Reading Addiction Book Tours. The tour stops here today for my review. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
Orphans Astrid Chalke and Max Fisher meet when they’re sent to live at Wakefield, a residential and educational facility for teens with psychiatric and behavioral problems. Astrid’s roommate cuts herself with anything sharp she can get her hands on and Max’s roommate threatens him upon introduction.
Just as Astrid and Max develop a strong bond and begin to adjust to the constant chaos surrounding them, a charming and mysterious resident of Wakefield named Teddy claims he has unexplainable abilities. Sometimes he can move things without touching them. Sometimes he can see people’s voices emanating from their mouths. Teddy also thinks that some of the Wakefield staff are on to him.
At first, Astrid and Max think Teddy is paranoid, but Max’s strange, recurring dreams and a series of unsettling events force them to reconsider Teddy’s claims. Are they a product of his supposedly disturbed mind or is the truth stranger than insanity?

Excerpt
I ran a hand lightly against the cold wall, imagining the force it would take to smash through it. The yellow lights above shone with a dull intensity that turned my stomach. The doors all matched, and I felt claustrophobic. The only thing that broke up the monotony was the random graffiti scribbled on the walls. Most of it had been scrubbed off, but I could make out faint lines here and there. They were like ghosts, just out of reach. Realizing I wouldn’t be able to leave these walls, I slunk down to the shiny, white floor and nearly cried.
“Hey,” a timid voice called out. It was the goth kid I’d noticed earlier. He was bone thin and had a long mop of straight hair that matched his black shirt and pants. He pushed the hair out of his face; the movement showed off his seven or eight bracelets.
I ignored him completely, so he approached very slowly and said, “You’ll get your regular clothes back tomorrow.”
“Yeah?”
“They give them back the next day.” He bobbed his head. He was younger than I was, but I couldn’t tell by how much. Dark hair covered half his face, which made him look younger, or he might have been little for his age.
“I look stupid,” I confided.
“Yeah, those suck,” he went on. “They made me feel like a tool when I got here. But you won’t have to wear them again. I haven’t.”
“That’s cool.”
“So, welcome to Newton,” he said with a half grin.
“Newton?”
“Yeah, this part of the building. We have to pretty much stay in our own area. There are three other units—Whitehall, Lancre, and McCarthy. We’re the best.”
“Clearly. I’m Max,” I introduced myself as he sat down against the opposite wall. He acted like I was a dangerous animal, moving slowly, like I might pounce at any minute. The woman at the staff desk looked up over her laptop for about twenty seconds before going back to whatever she was doing. I wondered if he thought he was fast enough to outrun me. I doubted he was. “So what do I call you?”
“Uh, I’m Azrael,” he told me shyly. He looked away, down the hall, in case I’d laugh at him.
“Your name is Azrael?” I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to scare him off, but it was a weird name.
“No,” he admitted and looked up at the ceiling. “It’s really Jon Applegarth, but I like Azrael better. It’s stupid, I guess.” He shrugged and let out a deep breath. I could tell he was not a fan of Wakefield.
“Did you get your name from the cat in The Smurfs?” I asked.
“No, I just like it. It sounds vampiric,” he said, brown eyes glistening with excitement.
“All right. Azrael it is then,” I reassured this kid.
He turned his face back to me and grinned. He had a tiny row of neat, little teeth.
“So, Simon’s your roommate, huh?” he asked, though he was fully aware of the answer.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“I’m sorry,” he squinted at me, lowering his voice.
“He’s that bad?”
“Some guys like him. Couple of the girls do, too,” Azrael told me. “I stay away if I can.”
“Maybe he’ll be cool to me.” I shrugged.
“Yeah, maybe,” Azrael lied. “I gotta go.”
I doubted Azrael had any pressing business to take care of, but I didn’t say anything as he stood up and skittered away. This wasn’t the sort of place you tell people how you really feel. I’d have to start practicing biting my tongue and letting people do what they want. At least it was nice of Azrael to sit with me for a few minutes, even though he only worried me about Simon. If people liked me before I came here, then why wouldn’t they like me here at Wakefield?
A fat guy, older than me, left a room up ahead. He looked at me for a few seconds and then continued on to the bathroom. I hung my head low as I stood and walked down the hall to stare at my darkened reflection in the small window. It was gray outside, and I couldn't see much, but I would have given anything to be on the other side of that glass. It showed me a face that looked at least two years older than the last time I’d seen myself. Maybe I could get into R rated movies now. If only they’d let me out to see movies. I went back to my room, where Simon sat at his desk.
“Hey, do they ever let us out to the movies?” I asked Simon.
He grunted, so I sat on the empty bed to wait for my stuff to come. I didn’t know how long it would take the state social worker to bring my things to Wakefield or the staff to pour through all my belongings. I’d later hear how they’d go through all the pockets and seams for anything cutters use. They’d also check my music and movies to make sure none of it was inappropriate.
My “new” dresser was a simple, beat up, wooden monstrosity shoved against the wall. At least it looked more inviting than the bed I sat on. It was a wooden box with eight holes on the sides for straps to pass through in case the staff needed to restrain anyone in their rooms. Small rails cradled the thin, uncomfortable mattress.
Then I noticed a small rectangular camera hanging from the ceiling.
“Uhm, do all the rooms have cameras? Is that thing on?” I asked Simon.
“Yeah, dumbass, it's on. And no, not every room has one. But because of your newbie ass, I have to live with a camera until they decide to trust you. Thanks a lot.”
At least I knew why Simon was angry with me.

Favorite Lines
"I had to admit, sometimes I sensed the strangeness of the world tugging at my sleeve, like a mischievous toddler, and I wanted to follow it."
"I felt like I had butterflies with fangs and big leathery wings in my stomach ..."
"I melted like butter on hot pavement."
"You might be one of the smartest people I know, but sometimes it's like you're too grounded for your own good. Like you live in a little world of perfect logic. Don't you want to believe in possibilities? Whatever happened to your sense of wonder?"

Review


By Lynda Dickson
Wakefield tells the story of Astrid and Max, two orphaned teenage residents of Wakefield, an institution for troubled or mentally ill youth. The beginning of the book deals mainly with the day-to-day occurrences at Wakefield, including the poor treatment of the inmates by some staff members, especially Clarissa who seems to enjoy handling her patients with excessive force. Things start to heat up with the introduction of Teddy, a boy who claims to have special powers. Several other inmates begin exhibiting unusual powers as well, and Astrid and Max start having strange and vivid dreams. When one of the inmates goes missing after revealing his powers, the other kids make plans to escape with the help of an unexpected ally. What are the secrets of Wakefield? What is the mysterious Dr Lycen hiding? And what's with the strange drug Cigamadrine that Dr Lycen seems to be prescribing for everyone?
The ebook version of Wakefield has the "back cover blurb" at the beginning of the book, a feature I believe should be compulsory in all ebooks. However, the book description is a bit misleading and made me think the story was taking too long to get started. Astrid and Max, the two main characters, don't even talk to each other until Part Two, a third of the way through the book. The story is told mainly from their points-of-view. Unfortunately, their voices aren't different enough to distinguish them, and at times I found myself forgetting who was telling the story. This surprised me because I assumed authors Erin and Troy were writing as Astrid and Max respectively, which I later found to be the case. A couple of chapters are told from the point-of-view of Eduardo, a clinician; the relevance of this becomes apparent later in the story. Too many characters, both staff members and inmates, were introduced at the beginning of the story, making me wonder if they would all be relevant and necessary to the story. It turns out they are, so pay attention. I also found there to be a bit too much character description and unnecessary detail.
That being said, I found the whole book to be written in a great, natural style, with very few errors. The individual writing of the two authors is not discernible and the story stands as a cohesive unit. After reading the whole book, I discovered that I liked the "slow" beginning, detailing the inmates' daily activities and interactions, more so than the action at the end. I'm surprised that the word "paranormal" is not listed anywhere in the description, categories, or tags on any of the book sites, including the book's own website, so take this as your warning. While not a cliff-hanger as such, the ending does leave the story open to being continued. Once again, be warned, this series is expected to consist of six books.
All-in-all, I enjoyed this book and look forward to reading more in the series.

About the Authors

Erin Callahan lives with her husband in the bustling metropolis of Hooksett, New Hampshire, and works for the federal government. She enjoys reading and writing young adult fiction, playing recreational volleyball, and mining the depths of pop culture for new and interesting ideas. A year after graduating from law school, she found herself unemployed and took a job as a case manager at a residential facility similar to the one featured in Wakefield. Though she worked there for just over a year, the strange and amazing kids she met will forever serve as a well of inspiration.

Troy H. Gardner grew up in New Hampshire and graduated with a B.A. in English/Communications with a dual concentration in film and writing from the Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts. He spent ten years working in the banking industry dreaming up numerous stories to write. When not writing, which is seldom, Troy busies himself jet-setting from Sunapee, New Hampshire, to Moultonborough, New Hampshire.

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