No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. →
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon—now with climate crisis, rising fascism, increasing disability, eventual poverty, and inevitable death.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
Despite an early chapter’s reference to a possibly-autistic character’s “oblivious grotesqueries”, I’ve decided not to drop Last Day and just do my best to solider through until the end. Sarah Moss, it turns out, is not the only character with some fairly ugly observations of that kind, and the entire International Space Station thread strains credulity, but since it’s moving relatively quickly I’m going to err on the side of not already leaving another book unfinished.
Although I am impatient to move on to The Black God’s Drums by P. Djèlí Clark, which I have waiting in the wings.
Originally published to write.house by Bix Frankonis. Comments and replies by email are welcome.