crime, culture, religion, sex

The Hendrix-Joplin Community – If you join, you will never escape

After 35 years of writing nonfiction, this is my first fiction book. The idea arose from the massive geopolitical changes since Trump took office just over 100 days ago. In writing the book, I have assumed that everything Trump says he’s going to do, actually happens. So the Gulf of Mexico is now the Gulf of America. Greenland and Canada are now America’s 51st and 52nd States. Just for good measure, I have also chucked in the former UK, now New Alaska, as America’s 53rd State, in return for signing away what remains of its oil, gas and mineral assets. It really was a no-brainer.

Caught between tariffs from both the U.S. and Europe. Having outsourced all of its manufacturing to China, and having closed down what remained of its industrial landscape, the former UK was no longer economically viable as a nation-state. Add to that Trump’s unilateral withdrawal from NATO and the Ukraine-style neutrality pact offered to former NATO members in its place.

Don’t worry about climate change. That has already happened. New Alaska is now a silent snow-scape punctuated only by the distant rumble of the extraction plant.

The story focuses on a Waco style cult church, which you can join but never leave. A charismatic hippie pastor who doesn’t only want your money. He also wants access to your wife. Yes – there really are communities like that. But it all turns to bloody murder when someone steals the source of his power.

abortion, culture, diversity, Ghosts, history, relationships, religion, sex, society, spirit, women

Do you believe in ghosts?

Don’t believe in ghosts? You will believe after you’ve met a real-life jinni. You will believe after you have been taken to a rooftop seance at an hour past midnight and seen a glass fly into the air and smash into the face of a sleeping child. You will believe when a young man, who was a champion swimmer, tells you how he was drowned in the waters of Hawkesbay and his body was washed towards the rocks at Sandspit. And all because it rained and he forgot the sadhu’s warning. You will believe!