a deeply dark and disconcertingly dire peek into a future where the end of the apocalypse never comes.
leads me to suspect Brian Francis Slattery’s latest novel Lost Everything is concentrated essence of stuff I don't want to read. But that's not surprising because Slattery’s novel Liberation was also concentrated essence of stuff I don't want to read.
What actually caught my eye was this
It also harkens back to the Great Depression when America came closer to doom than most people realize. We weren’t just balancing on a razor’s edge, we were already halfway over. And it took an even greater catastrophe — WWII — to spare us.
What's Brown talking about here?
And yet here we stand on another precipice, this one spanning climate change and economic disaster. Will it take another war to pull us out of the depths or will it push us under even further?
War against who, exactly?
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