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Tag: fiction
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Published by Hysterical Books. 291 pages. Imagine a world of endless Cold War, with the U.S. and Russia continuously threatening each other with annihilation. Imagine you are living in the panhandle of Florida during this time, an English grad student with a peculiar sensibility:
“For me, I hear unheard voices, important ones. Hear how? By an inner ear as I read another’s words and sing them to myself. Through sound, I know what’s truly brilliant and what’s not.”
You are one of the unfortunate to have been radiated while still in your mother’s womb during the The Accident aka Incident ’80. You were thus born with radiation sickness, which is why your body is rapidly aging, why you hear voices, why your eyes have a glow, and why you want to go where no one knows you.
You are John Needle and you came up from south Florida to escape the notoriety of being “Rad Sick,” one of those “radiation sickness weirdos.” While your relocation gives you new friendships and romances, you also find others like you, which is good and bad. You see, there are people who want to collect Rad Sicks like yourself, to control your preternatural abilities, to use you for their own nefarious plans. Before too long you find yourself in the midst of a conspiracy on campus that involves a LSD-like drug called TallaTec and strange human experiments at the pool.
Meanwhile, you romance at least two women, discover the natural and mysterious beauty of north Florida, and have long drunken debates with your college friends about the best places to submit writing. Your body might be 35 years old, but you think and act like a 20-year-old grad student.
Rad Sick Record is written in the form of a diary, giving Needle’s story an intimacy and immediacy that well suited this strange but entertaining novel. Michael Trammell is also a poet, evident in how he weaves words together:
“The Arctic cold must be brutal, so bitter they can’t think for the pain, are sick from it, noses raw like beef jerky. Freezing dew must stick to their hair. If sleet drummed atop the ships, the cold would become an encircling, unsolvable misery.”
Trammel’s novel is not strictly science fiction or speculative fiction or a coming-of-age novel, or a thriller, or a romantic comedy. It blends all these genres fluidly, immersing me in Needle’s sometimes quirky, sometimes scary world. It is a character-driven novel, with a finely drawn cast that continue living in my head long after I put the book down. I highly recommend Rad Sick Record. The novel pushes boundaries in wonderful prose written by a talented and gifted writer. Once I dipped into T-Town with John Needle, I was all in.
You can purchase Rad Sick Record on Amazon or Bookshop. You can also learn more about Michael Trammell by clicking here.
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Confession: I know Michael Trammell. We were in grad school together at Florida State University in the early 1990s (the novel takes place in 2000). Michael was in the doctoral program, myself a lowly Master’s student, but we had a few classes together, including a fiction workshop with the late Jerome Stern. I didn’t see Michael again for years after I graduated, but I’ve always remembered him as a kind and honest reader in our workshop, a wonderful poet, and a really nice guy. When I next saw Michael in early 2020, almost thirty years after I had graduated, it was at a book reading for his wife, the poet Mary Jane Ryals. He mentioned having written a novel and planning a reading for the next month. Cue the pandemic. I believe he went on with his book reading, but by then it was mid-March 2020 and I was avoiding human contact as much as possible. I still got a signed copy of Rad Sick Record and promptly read it. My bad for taking so long to write a review.
An interesting experience for me in reading Rad Sick Record was trying to identify people that we both knew. “Oh, I bet this character is based on Mary Jane and that other one must be Ron!” I think I might even be in the novel: “A woman beside me was clicking plastic sticks. No flip, she was knitting!” Maybe, maybe not. I remember I used to knit during some of my social work classes, but I don’t remember if I’d had the courage to knit in any of my English classes. Still, I like to think it was me.
I always enjoy reading stories that take place in familiar locations, and this was no exception. Trammell’s description of the campus took me back the 90s when I spent most of my life in the Williams Building, a maze of stairwells and half-floors reminiscent of the Winchester Mystery House. As John Needle, he reminded me of the first times I visited the sinkholes and rivers of Florida, getting to know local flora and fauna. This added a layer of pleasure to my reading, but you don’t need to have been on the FSU campus in the 1990s to enjoy Rad Sick Record. The novel stands on its own.
–Insert gratuitous cat photo–

Raji and Junior snuggling on a lazy rainy morning. P.S. Maxine had her last checkup, at least for a month. Her creatine is down to 4.1, close to where it was before the craziness. Her urine is still clear so we stopped the antibiotic injections. She’s looking good, eating and drinking well, grooming more than most cats her age, and likes to lie on my lap when I’m watching TV. I like it too.
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If you’re as much a fan of Kevin Brennan’s novels as I am AND you’re sick and tired of staring at electronic screens of any sort, you’ll be thrilled with Kevin’s news :) Read on, dear friends and fellow readers … Coming soon … EBT in paperback!
Here’s my interview with Kevin to entice you further: An Interview With Kevin Brennan, Author of Eternity Began Tomorrow #EBT #climatechange #amreading
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Don’t worry. I’m not writing this post from my bathtub. No, I’m well-covered up in comfy clothes (including a wool cardigan), preparing another post of this and that and the other thing. Sigh. Where do I begin?
I sometimes think I should write my blog posts one thought at a time.
A while ago I wrote that I was knitting a lap blanket for my 96-year-old mother and was afraid I wouldn’t finish it before she left for Florida (yeah, she’s one of those snowbirds). You can read about my anxiety here. Well, as things have turned out, she’s still in New York for another six weeks at least.
My mom’s trip got derailed because she got a UTI. She wound up in the hospital only because one of my cousins insisted (and I quote from another cousin) that “it wasn’t normal for her to be in bed at 4:30” in the afternoon. My mom loves her bed, but, hey, there’s a limit.
Turns out my mom had had the UTI for awhile, but because she wasn’t in pain, she didn’t see the need to seek medical help. My mom would argue that her longevity and good health is due to her deliberate effort to avoid doctors. Her argument didn’t pass muster in this case. So she wound up in the hospital feeling lousy and thinking that this might just be “It.” She’s 96, I remind you, and she’s buried most of her siblings and two husbands.
The good news is the UTI got cleared up, her mood perked up, and she’s back in her double-wide, wondering what the fuss was all about. I called her the day after she came home.
Me: Hi, Mom! How are you?
Mom: I’m fine. (Pause). Who am I speaking to?
Me: Marie. Your daughter. (Pause). Remember me?
Mom: Vaguely.
I almost fell off my chair laughing. That’s my mom’s sense of humor. Smart-ass. Wise-ass. Wise-cracker. Whatever you want to call it. She thought I was being a smart-ass for asking if she remembered me, so she gave me one back.
The bad news is she still plans to come down to Florida. No, I’m not happy about that. The only reason why she got this UTI cleared up was because she’s heavily
monitoredvisited by my cousins and my sister in New York.In Florida, she stays with my other sister … eh, let’s just say my mom wouldn’t have the same network of support in south Florida that she has in New York. I’m about a six-hour drive from where she stays and that’s when traffic is light and the weather is perfect.
But let’s look on the bright side: I have more time to finish the lap blanket. I panicked last week because the instructions called for the border to be knitted separately and then sewn on. Sounds like one of my worst nightmares. Not to fear, though. I figured out I could knit the border while picking up a stitch along the edge, securing the border without sewing. Yay! Life is good! Now I just have to go on a knitting marathon to finish the blanket before the end of the year.
This is the last lap blanket I’ll ever knit. I mean that.
While all this was going on with my mom, I was taking every opportunity to get out and walk and find solace in nature, especially during my work week. In no particular order, here are some scenes from the nature walk that feeds my heart and soul.
By the way, for those of you who might be wondering about my often-talked-about novel … you know, the one I’m supposed to be working on right now for NaNoWriMo … well, I’m still working on it, but in a musing kind of way. You can read about my musing on Medium, in this article: Turning a True Crime Story Into Fiction. I’m sharing the Friend Link so you can read without subscribing.
Thank you for reading. To show my appreciation, here’s a gratuitous photo of Junior. I did not pose the cat pillow nor the cat.

For extra fun, here’s what I think of when I hear “Splish, Splash”:
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Thursday- A Little Personal -October-Ween Book, Blog & Trailer Block Party
Thursday- A Little Personal -October-Ween Book, Blog & Trailer Block Party
— Read on johnwhowell.com/2019/10/24/thursday-a-little-personal-october-ween-book-blog-trailer-block-party/Well, here’s a fun way to start off the countdown to the weekend! Enter a drawing for a Amazon gift card or, even better, one of John Howell’s novels!
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I’ve been a fan of Kevin Brennan’s novels for years. With each novel, I think Brennan can’t get better than this. And then he does it again. I read Eternity Began Tomorrow in one sitting. I didn’t want to put it down. I didn’t want to stop reading. The more I stayed with the story, the more I needed to know how it would all turn out. There’s the obvious immediacy of the novel, taking place as it does in the here and now, and then slightly into the future. My own anxiety (and dread) of the next presidential election kept me reading, hoping that Brennan might deliver a rosier future than I can imagine myself. But I won’t give the ending away.
The story is told totally through Molly (aka Blazes) Bolan’s point of view. She is a young, lightly seasoned journalist, eager to make the Big Story. She gets a lot more than she bargained for in John Truthing, the leader of an eco-movement that seems too cult-like to be legitimate. Truthing is charismatic, attractive, and cunning but is he for real? Does he really care about the planet and his followers? Or he is just another evangelical empty suit, looking to enrich himself and betray those who believe in him? All the reader knows is what Molly knows and that’s a big reason why I took breaks only for the bathroom or to tweet a quote from the novel (not at the same time). I felt as driven as Molly to get at the truth about Truthing, and I felt myself wavering at times too, wanting so much to believe in him, wanting so much to believe we had a “savior.”
The ending surprised me, yes, indeed it did. But with all good surprise endings (of which Brennan is a master), I should have seen it coming. The clues were there. Just little ones here and there, the kind of clues you’re only aware of after you finish the novel, the kind you look for in hindsight because the ending–though a surprise–makes so much sense.
Brennan doesn’t deliver two-dimensional characters. Every major character in this novel is etched in my brain now, especially Molly. What started off as a kind of road trip slash political thriller slash romance-type novel soon veered deeply into relationships between adult children and their seemingly dysfunctional but loving parents, the fear of growing old alone, the fear of losing what gives our lives meaning, the fear of running out of time.
I highly recommend this novel so if you haven’t purchased it, use this link to get your ebook copy: https://www.amazon.com/Eternity-Began-Tomorrow-Kevin-Brennan-ebook/dp/B07XM4Y3BJ/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Eternity+Began+Tomorrow&qid=1571523093&sr=8-1.
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Book launch countdown!
https://kevinbrennanbooks.wordpress.com/2019/09/11/book-launch-countdown/
— Read on kevinbrennanbooks.wordpress.com/2019/09/11/book-launch-countdown/Every so often a light shines during these dark times we live in. Today’s bright light is courtesy of Kevin Brennon. Kevin’s latest novel, Eternity Began Tomorrow, will be available as an ebook starting September 18, 2019. I know I’ll be in line for my copy. How about you?










