Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Recommendation: Letters from the Apocalypse by Blake Pitcher


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Friends, if you’re like me, you sometimes feel like your post-apocalyptic entertainment has all started to bleed together. Like, is that movie the one with the guys in leather driving around a dusty wasteland shooting at each other or the one with the ‘80s punks driving around a desert wasteland shooting at each other?

Maybe when that happens, you begin wishing for a simpler post-apocalypse… a simpler time before cannibalistic madmen and flame-throwing guitars… where characters walk across the sun-drenched country, slowly chewing whole-grain food by the side of a babbling brook, longing for the embrace of a long-lost love. 

*sigh*



Like that, and also not an absolutely soul-crushing bummer like Cormac McCarthy’s The Road.

If that tickles your fancy, then boy howdy, I have a book for you! You should head on over to Ye Olde Amazone and get yourself a copy of Blake Pitcher’s Letters from the Apocalypse. It’s a thoroughly engaging post-apocalyptic story that doesn’t need to rely on fetish gear or Tina Turner for excitement. It’s the story of Roger, a technical writer caught across the country when the world fell apart, trying to make his way home to his wife. It's a grounded, realistic view of life after society collapses -- and apocalypse for adults.

Letters from the Apocalypse is available in paperback and on Kindle now at Amazon (where you can also follow Blake for updates on his latest releases). You can check out the whole series, but you’re not an animal so start at the beginning.


 


1 comment:

  1. Thanks, Scott. I got a good chuckle reading this one. :)

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