Original Fiction, Novella, Science FictionAvailable as online fiction, or as an epub or mobi download.My real name is gone, so far in the distance that the thought of it coming up fast behind me seems an impossibility. Age, however, has displayed no such qualms; it has pounced, shaking me between its teeth, until my skin sags and my gums flap.http://giganotosaurus.org/2016Original Fiction, Novella, Science FictionAvailable as online fiction, or as an epub or mobi download.My real name is gone, so far in the distance that the thought of it coming up fast behind me seems an impossibility. Age, however, has displayed no such qualms; it has pounced, shaking me between its teeth, until my skin sags and my gums flap.http://giganotosaurus.org/2016/05/01/......
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"nothing ever quite seemed like my personal responsibility"Yet in this novelette stretched out to novella length, there seems to be no such thing as social responsibility, only collective responsibility. On the personal level, there are acts of kindness as well as resentment. And of course various forms of desperate love. But as masculinity seems to be the sole basis of association, group behavior ends up being limited to blind obedience, restlessness and inchoate hate.In such a context, guilt-tripping make little sense and so the protagonist's struggle with the choices she failed to make rings hollow, as does the peculiar yet cliched resolution. I don't want to spoil the story anymore than I already have so I'll just say I hated the ending.But then I only feel strongly about it because the author made me care, not so much about the characters and the setting which didn't quite feel real but about the themes. In more than that respect, Brushwork is reminiscent of The Plague by Camus.In other respects though, Brushwork is more readable. For one thing, the writing was at times lovely. Whiteley keeps impressing me. For another, while Camus took a rather lurid premise (see what Saramago did with a spiced-up variant in Blindness) and turned it into a suitably prosaic plot, here is a premise that ought be boring (and almost is for a while) and ends up catching fire. Which mirrors the character development.Trigger warnings: post-menopausal lifeforms, climate change, testosterone poisoning, gardening, hemoglobine
Brushwork, by Aliya Whiteley, is a novella set in a dystopic, climate-changed future where real food, grown in biodomes and greenhouses, is a luxury for the rich and a target for agro-terrorism. Mel - so called because her production area is the melon section - is one of the workers at a BlossomFarms facility. Like many of the workers, she has lived in the domes for years, sleeping in dormitories, eating synthetic food, never tasting the fruits she grows for the conglomerate's wealthy customers. When agro-terrorists break into the biodome, taking the facilities hostage in the name of the people who have never tasted fruit, everything changes - except the fact that workers remain workers, and no matter who is in charge, the hierarchy never changes until the workers themselves decide what is important to them. One thing in particular that I enjoyed about this was the age of the protagonist and her co-workers, and the acknowledgement of generational issues we see around us in the world today - older people who did everything they were supposed to do, and feel betrayed without knowing who to blame. And the youth, knowing they will not have what they think was the birthright of their parents and grandparents. Both betrayed by the wealthy and powerful, but somehow blaming each other instead. Note: Brushwork can be found online at Giganotosaurus:http://giganotosaurus.org/2016/05/01/...