e. Once great cities were wiped clean from the face of the earth. Those that were spared stood like majestic mountains. With time, they also crumbled away, turning into gigantic mounds that were loosely held together by rusty girders, brittle concrete and broken glass.
Bands of strange-looking humans roamed the face of the land foraging for the scarce and much-valued commodities of food and fresh water.
In the years following the deluge, the surface dwelling survivors died out from exposure to radiation and to the adverse climactic conditions that were inherited from the global fall out.
The progeny of the survivors became strange in appearance and behaviour until they all became new forms of humans, evolved from mutants, to small hybrid races which soon became as distinct and individual as those humans that lived in the late Twentieth Century. The amalgamation of these races found that great tension had formed between them, due to their differences in appearances and forms of speech, and so they b
Horrible. Absolutely horrible. If the poor style doesn't make your brain bleed, the lack of any coherent story line will do so. There is much great literature out there, so don't waste your time on this.
I find it amusing that in the last review by Walter he acts as if only a few were hating his book, while every single review on the book (besides his \"modest\" three stars) are extremely negative. Just another example of the drivel that is pumped out into the world these days.
Great to see people liking and/or even hating my material. Funny, however, that my novel is being published out of India (without my permission), and seems to be selling relatively well.
I wrote this between 1979 and 1981, when I was a kid in college.
Since then I wrote about a dozen books and they are not all as "florid and bastardized bible" sorts of stories.
Thanks for the comments - good and bad - but the essence of criticism is not to insult but to help something become better.
I seriously doubt anyone will ever read more than twenty pages of this book, I certainly couldn't and I'll read just about anything. Anyone could sit down and write this sort of tripe because it's not storytelling it's just pure waffle full of empty and laughably grandiose language.
It reads like 'the infinite space rejoiced at the infinite wonder of the swirling infinite joy of the infinity and swirled infinitely in the cosmic wonder of infinity.'
I'm not kidding, imagine page after page of that! The preface expresses the authors hopes that he will be published and that people will enjoy his writing. As someone who has had the pleasure of working in publishing all their adult life I can honestly say neither of these is likely.
I couldn't finish this - so bad!
Came back to warn other away with this review.
The prose was very florid and descriptive unfortunately the story wasn't. It read like the bastard child of the bible, planet of the apes and any number of poorly written fantasy novels. Too many characters whom we know too little about. Whole plotlines conceived then waved away with little more than a phrase. A reliance on magic over science. Pages and pages of "so and so begat so and so who had twins and begat the father of so and so" etc. Really stuff no-one would care about.
Clumsy phrasing such as this gem: "the radiation caused the animals to mutate. Eagles grew as tall as trees"
Just you because you can string enough words together doesn't mean you have to write a book. The acheivment in writing a book is in telling the story not how many words you can pump out. There was no real story to Scorched Earth. It made no sense.
Hello and thanks to all who downloaded Scorched Earth, thus far. Hopefully you will hit my books again and see this new request.
It seems like I have a potential agent to handle my work, and Scorched Earth appears to have some strong interest.
To that end, I humbly request a brief critique of my novel by all who have decided to read it. This will, undoubtedly, help me in my publishing endeavours.
Let me know if you like or even if you don't like it. Let me know what works and what doesn't, and any suggetions for improving the work. For all those responding to this request I will beg the future publisher to allow mention of your name in the acknowledgements, for your helpful criticisms.
I'm the author of the novel Scorched Earth.
I truly hope you enjoy reading it, and I remember that when I wrote it - back in 1979-80 - I enjoyed committing it to paper.
I would greatly appreciate any and all criticisms regarding my work, as it can only serve to help me improve the work for any future publication.
Being somewhat modest I leave the Rating at the middle button and let you decide.
Walter - firstname.lastname@example.org