Books. People like to know what books are about. The Brothers Jetstream: LEVIATHAN is an adventure traversing the worlds-within-worlds we call Earth. A world where an entire people can be deemed invisible by common consent, and self-interests are dictated by outside corporations.
The Brothers Jetstream is a weird title. Is it a weird book?
Yes. Yes it is.
It’s about the need for truth no matter how weird things get.
It’s about turning off all the inputs that overwrite our thoughts with the constant drone of Buy Buy Buy!
It’s about knowing the game and changing it for the better so that life requires a new rule book. There are battles, exotic locales, tech, global factions, creatures and damn near gods in it, but everything in life—yours, mine, the living, the dead, the forgotten—comes down to the outcome of the battle between art and commerce. Farm versus factory. Soil versus plastic. One grows. The other just takes up space.
It’s about race. The heroes are Black men out to save the world one last damn time. Which is never the last. Like having to have dialogues about race, there’s always something stupid happening to cause a next time. It’s about sexism, my own and anyone else’s. The women in this book aren’t meant to be adornments. I wish they were the prime protagonists, but Milo and Ramses have been characters in my mind for a long time. This one had to be them. The ladies get book two.
A lot of writers approach from the surface thrill side of life. Hollywood dreamers. “It’s about ships, sex, and ‘splosions!” Me, I say you can have that, but if that’s all you’ve got...
Jetstreams is meant to be fun that you can return to again and again and maybe see something cool you missed the first time around.
“If it was special we made damn sure it didn’t stay that way.” That’s how a lot of the False Prophet Bufords work.
Time to throw a wrench in that.
Life, the universe, and everything creative
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