Somebody (you know who you are) asked me to blurb my novel in progress. I thought it would be fun to share it. Here goes: Gary Glass describes his new book as avant garde science fiction high comedy. Nobody knows what that means. But what becomes clear from reading it is that the author, whoever he really is, is maniacally obsessed with wine, women, song, and, above all, words. The writer purports to recast the medieval legend of Parzival, noble knight of the grail, into a literary farce. Think Groucho Marx on Mars. Dateline: January 1, 1900 A.D., Boston, Massachusetts, dawn. A gigantic alien spacecraft lands in Boston Harbor. A portal opens in the side, and a woman appears in the portal, and the woman is as blue as a berry. Presently one Thomas Hart, the 36th mayor of Boston, who has only just that day assumed office (though as it happens he was also the 32nd mayor), is carried over in a skiff to accost the woman. He begins, Who are you? She replies without hesitation, The noble representative is invited to ask another question tomorrow, then faces about and returns into her vessel. The next day at the same time, the routine is repeated: a different question elicits a different response. And so the most momentous century in human history commences. The Titanic, Kristallnacht, Apollo, and Newt Gingrich lie ahead. Fast forward 100 years. Over the decades a byzantine bureaucracy has taken root in Boston Harbor. A hive of courtly human bees live buzzing within the belly of the alien ship, where life revolves around the quotidian Question. Our hero ventures aboard for a visit and is plunged headlong into the midst of the madness to shift for himself as he may.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 21:55:52 +0000
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