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Monday, October 20, 2014

Up the Tower: Dystopian Fiction

Up the Tower
by J. P. Lantern

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

BLURB:


Disaster brings everybody together. A cloned corporate assassin; a boy genius and his new robot; a tech-modified gangster with nothing to lose; a beautiful, damaged woman and her unbalanced stalker—these folks couldn't be more different, but somehow they must work together to save their own skin. Stranded in the epicenter of a monumental earthquake in the dystopian slum, Junktown, there is only one way to survive. These unlikely teammates must go...UP THE TOWER.

EXCERPT:

Before anything else—before the riot, before the flood, before the gap and the deaths and the fires and the pain—before all of that, Ana just wanted to get the hell out of Junktown.

But she was stuck there with Raj, and Raj had all the bodyguards, so she couldn't very well leave on her own. Walk into Junktown without any protection? No, thank you. She had a knife on her, but that was hardly enough. The knife fit neatly in a small, luxury Cardion-brand sheath at her side.

The rest of her outfit was direct out from a fashion magazine. She wore tight black Cardion slacks, her patent leather Aushwere ankle boots sexy and stylish and perfect for inner-city walking. Her dark blue blouse was Cardion again (there had been a sale); already she had noticed the way Raj had been hugging his eyes to how it cupped and clung to her body. He would have been looking a bit more, perhaps, but she wore her favorite Kadaya Sarin-brand leather jacket, allowing her a bit of modesty with the long sleeves and tight collar, despite the thinness of the material. She was a woman dressed to impress, but also was no whore—she had her man. He liked her dressed attractive, but not like some slut. Ana knew what he wanted, because that was her entire life, as she saw it, from now on.

They were inside the ground floor of a tall building. Cleanbots rushed around them, sweeping up dust, guided along by retrofitted eyebots that spied out areas of dust and disrepair.

 “Here's where we'll have the lobby,” said Raj, opening his hands out wide to the open space.

Ana had presence of mind to hold her tongue.

What she wanted to say was, “Really, dear? Here in the first possible place that someone could enter from the street? That's where you'll have the lobby? That's so inventive. You're so smart.”

What did she say was, “Oh! It will look beautiful, I'm sure.”


A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR: What does dystopia mean?

So, a dystopia is a spin on the word “utopia.” Sometime during the Enlightenment, Utopian Fiction and Philosophy came into being, because large amounts of people were becoming rather well educated for the first time in history. Because of this, a great many folks started to believe that the “perfect society” was just around the corner. This made sense, in a way, because the formation and success of the United States—and then the French Revolution—made it seem like human history had forever changed course into toward something that would heavily favor peace and rational thought.
Well, this wasn't the case.

After The Great War promptly trounced most of humanity's dreams for a decent future, a new kind of fiction and philosophy started sliding around—dystopian fiction. This was fiction about how, despite all our education and good intentions, humans are basically prone to being completely terrible (due either to systems of government, technology, or some other trapping of civilization), and how we can't escape being inhuman to our fellow humans.

After World War II, this intensified further, because all of a sudden, for the first time in the history of civilization, we had the ability to absolutely wipe out every trace of all life on earth with nuclear weapons. There have been lots of times in the past when a civilization has been completely wiped out due to plague, or war, or famine, but never before had we been positioned to utterly destroy even the possibility of life across the entirety of the globe in just a matter of hours (if we wanted).

So, with the belief that we're all kind of idiots fueling this tank of destruction, dystopian authors figured it would be sort of inevitable for us to destroy almost everything. Or, alternatively, they figured the fear of destroying everything would destroy all our fundamental concepts of freedom (the thought being that the more rights you take away in order to protect life against some shadowy threat, the more you've destroyed the freedoms of a given country). This is why so many dystopian novel—like 1984 or THE HUNGER GAMES—focus on totalitarian governments being in charge.

I like to write in this genre for several reasons. For one, I like to explore science-fiction worlds and ideas because it gives the author a little more allowance to just fabricate things out of pure thin air. The only thing keeping a science fiction author from being a fantasy author is the joined belief by the audience that the science fiction possibilities posed might exist someday (with fantasy, the understanding is more along the lines of the world might exist somewhere, be it in another dimension, planet, or time).

For another reason, though, back to this idea of incidentally or purposefully destroying the world, I feel like we're not out of the woods yet. I think it’s important to consider that with the world so close together these days, it only takes a small amount of decisions to really start to unhinge everything. Dystopian fiction allows us to hold a mirror up to the world with everything distorted just the right way, so that the problems are more problematic and the extremes of opinion and thought are just scary enough to (hopefully) initiate some change.


AUTHOR INFO AND LINKS

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

J.P. Lantern lives in the Midwestern US, though his heart and probably some essential parts of his liver and pancreas and whatnot live metaphorically in Texas. He writes speculative science fiction short stories, novellas, and novels which he has deemed "rugged," though he would also be fine with "roughhewn" because that is a terrific and wonderfully apt word.
Full of adventure and discovery, these stories examine complex people in situations fraught with conflict as they search for truth in increasingly violent and complicated worlds.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7171112.J_P_Lantern

The author is giving away a backlist ebook copy to a randomly drawn winner at every stop during the tour and a Grand Prize of a $25 Amazon GC will be awarded to one randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during this tour. Use the rafflecopter link below to enter. You can find the author's tour schedule at http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2014/07/virtual-nbtm-book-tour-up-tower-by-jp.html

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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Up the Tower

Up the Tower
by J. P. Lantern

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

BLURB:

Disaster brings everybody together. A cloned corporate assassin; a boy genius and his new robot; a tech-modified gangster with nothing to lose; a beautiful, damaged woman and her unbalanced stalker—these folks couldn't be more different, but somehow they must work together to save their own skin. Stranded in the epicenter of a monumental earthquake in the dystopian slum, Junktown, there is only one way to survive. These unlikely teammates must go...UP THE TOWER.


EXCERPT: 

Before anything else—before the riot, before the flood, before the gap and the deaths and the fires and the pain—before all of that, Ana just wanted to get the hell out of Junktown.

But she was stuck there with Raj, and Raj had all the bodyguards, so she couldn't very well leave on her own. Walk into Junktown without any protection? No, thank you. She had a knife on her, but that was hardly enough. The knife fit neatly in a small, luxury Cardion-brand sheath at her side.

The rest of her outfit was direct out from a fashion magazine. She wore tight black Cardion slacks, her patent leather Aushwere ankle boots sexy and stylish and perfect for inner-city walking. Her dark blue blouse was Cardion again (there had been a sale); already she had noticed the way Raj had been hugging his eyes to how it cupped and clung to her body. He would have been looking a bit more, perhaps, but she wore her favorite Kadaya Sarin-brand leather jacket, allowing her a bit of modesty with the long sleeves and tight collar, despite the thinness of the material. She was a woman dressed to impress, but also was no whore—she had her man. He liked her dressed attractive, but not like some slut. Ana knew what he wanted, because that was her entire life, as she saw it, from now on.

They were inside the ground floor of a tall building. Cleanbots rushed around them, sweeping up dust, guided along by retrofitted eyebots that spied out areas of dust and disrepair.

 “Here's where we'll have the lobby,” said Raj, opening his hands out wide to the open space.

Ana had presence of mind to hold her tongue.

What she wanted to say was, “Really, dear? Here in the first possible place that someone could enter from the street? That's where you'll have the lobby? That's so inventive. You're so smart.”

What did she say was, “Oh! It will look beautiful, I'm sure.”


A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR:

Why do people love apocalyptic books and movies? I’ve considered this question a lot. Mostly I think it has to do with two basic parts of our life: ego and frustration.

Our ego is at play here because we’re all the protagonists of our story. We see some other people as supporting characters or (sometimes, if they and we are very lucky) as fellow protagonists, but most folks we come across are just useless extras there to add a little texture to our lives. So, we think that if some monumentally destructive disease rampages through the continents, or a meteor strikes, or nuclear war breaks out, we’re going to be some of the few people who survive. One of the things that human beings find it very difficult to be without is a sense of control. We live in a world where, for the first time the ten thousand years or so of human history, thanks to any number of weapons of mass destruction, it’s possible for the entirety of the human population to be completely wiped out. Fantasizing about what life might be like after we wipe out everyone is a way to feel some control over that situation, in the same way that you might fantasize about turning down a guy or girl who asks you out in the same fantasy where you previously asked that person out.

Certainly, my book UP THE TOWER is an expression, in some respects, of my desire for control, where I see a lot of potentially negative aspects of society feeding into people and I want to have some firm grip on how I think that will all shake out. So, with the ever-expanding role of technology making me feel like most everything I work on or with is more and more obsolete, for example, I focused a lot in UP THE TOWER on technology and the way we sort of self-identify with our abilities with it. This becomes very literal, with gangsters and celebrities literally grafting technology to their bodies.

I think also we focus frequently on apocalyptic fiction because of frustration, which ties into our sense of control that I mentioned above. In this country especially (the United States), it’s become harder and harder to believe that your voice is being heard by politicians who are supposed to be effecting change. You’ve got two or three Supreme Court cases now that say rich folks can just give however much they want to political campaigns, completely unhindered by regulation. The normal person doesn’t feel like they can compete with that sort of vast wealth, and when there are is a constant deadlock in the political process on items that need changing, a lot of frustration in the populace develops. More and more, corporations are taking the lead in making decisions for larger and larger groups of people, and that’s scary.

So how do you fix it? Well, you think about the world ending. All those old problems are gone. In an apocalypse, you may not be safe from roaming gangs of people with prejudices and guns, and you may not be well-fed, and you may not have access to good medicine, but uh, when you live in a country that makes those things more and more likely anyway, you start to think about what it would be like to take the chance in an apocalypse. At least then, with the absence of shadowy figures in the upper classes making decisions about the lives of billions of people, you’d feel a lot more in charge of your destiny. So, it’s no accident that in UP THE TOWER, a heavy portion of the book focuses on how the massive earthquake that is the impetus for the plot instigates a heavy level of socio-political change.



ABOUT THE AUTHOR 

J.P. Lantern lives in the Midwestern US, though his heart and probably some essential parts of his liver and pancreas and whatnot live metaphorically in Texas. He writes speculative science fiction short stories, novellas, and novels which he has deemed "rugged," though he would also be fine with "roughhewn" because that is a terrific and wonderfully apt word.
Full of adventure and discovery, these stories examine complex people in situations fraught with conflict as they search for truth in increasingly violent and complicated worlds.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7171112.J_P_Lantern

Blog/website: http://jplantern.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JpLanternBooks

twitter: @jplantern


The author will be awarding a backlist ebook copy to a randomly drawn winner at every stop during the tour and a Grand Prize of a $25 Amazon GC will be awarded to one randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during this tour. Use the link below to enter.


a Rafflecopter giveaway

You can find his tour schedule at http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2014/07/virtual-book-tour-up-tower-by-jp-lantern.html

Friday, August 22, 2014

Up The Tower

If you came for Fashionista Friday, scroll on down, but why not enjoy this post first?


Congratulations to J.P. Lantern as he celebrates the release of Up the Tower with this Book Blast scheduled by Goddess Fish Promotions. One reader will win a $25 Amazon gift card via Rafflecopter. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Disaster brings everybody together. A cloned corporate assassin; a boy genius and his new robot; a tech-modified gangster with nothing to lose; a beautiful, damaged woman and her unbalanced stalker—these folks couldn't be more different, but somehow they must work together to save their own skin. Stranded in the epicenter of a monumental earthquake in the dystopian slum, Junktown, there is only one way to survive. These unlikely teammates must go...UP THE TOWER.

Enjoy an Excerpt:

“This kid comes in, okay? Starts doing all this stuff with Wallop's tech fists. Powering them up and such. You know, they can bend steel, they can punch a man so far a distance, all of that. At first, I think the kid's pretty young, but then I see his eyes—they're old enough. I seen his eyes, they're about my age, those eyes. And it’s important, okay, how old he is. Because this kid? He looks a hell of a lot like me.”

“So what? Lots of kids look like you.”

“Yeah. So do Georgeson. So do Jonesboy. So do Figueroa.”

“What are you saying?”

“I'm saying…” he palmed the side of his head. “I’m saying, it ain’t no secret that you got yourself a certain type of person that you pick up. A type of boy. I sort of thought I knew why. Last night I found out for certain.”

Konnor was right. Ore was angry.

“The hell are you saying to me? Just say it.”

“You said you had a brother. His name was Samson. He was good with tech, you said. Well this kid? The one tailoring Wallop's new fists? Samson. That's what Wallop called him. ‘Samson, touch here.’ ‘Samson, look at that, is that right.’”

Ore didn't say anything.

“He's alive. Your brother. In The Tower. He’s maybe been alive this whole time.”

Silence, then. Even the eyebots outside seemed to get quiet.

That goddamn Wallop. Her job, her Haulers, and her eye. Now he had her brother, or near enough. Everything. Would he take everything from her?

Konnor stood up and headed to the door. The shack squeaked beneath him.

“If it was any other sort of job…if it was a job that maybe wouldn’t have gone against the Faces…”

“Shut up, Konnor. It’s all against the Faces. It’s under ‘em or it’s with ‘em. You know that.”

“All right. All right.” He opened the door. An argument had started down the street; someone lit a fire in a barrel on the balcony above her shack; an eyebot stopped, scanned the two, and then zipped away. “It’s a hell of a plan, though, Ore. A hell of a plan. And maybe I won’t get around to telling Wallop what’s what for a little while.”

About the Author:
J.P. Lantern lives in the Midwestern US, though his heart and probably some essential parts of his liver and pancreas and whatnot live metaphorically in Texas. He writes speculative science fiction short stories, novellas, and novels which he has deemed "rugged," though he would also be fine with "roughhewn" because that is a terrific and wonderfully apt word.

Full of adventure and discovery, these stories examine complex people in situations fraught with conflict as they search for truth in increasingly violent and complicated worlds.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7171112.J_P_Lantern
Blog/website: http://jplantern.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JpLanternBooks
twitter: @jplantern

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