I was able to travel this holiday season with my wife to see her family in Abbeville, Louisiana (Maurice specifically), while my oldest daughter met her mother halfway to enjoy their time in Slidell. I am no stranger to this state. It led me to wonder how Zachary Tanner was doing, and I realized I had not taken this book with me. I swore I had his number. Oh well.
I enjoyed Oskar Submerges a few years ago, reading alongside The Tunnel. Overall, I enjoyed this novella as well. The language really pierces through the swamp muck that is the scenery of this quest, and when encountering it, I found this only twice, such as:
"We want it so badly we don't pay as close attention as we otherwise would, and we will not stop to consider our endeavor until we have been left dripping in our own latent daydreams like Icarus liquid feathers and raining skin" (2)
and
"The cone of light from the bulb in a hanging crawfish pail between them illuminated the face of the sprog in the present against the background radiation of Time, all of Time shimmering in the eyes of the proud parent who, by decades of trial and error and self-forgiveness, has succeeded in their own way to nurture humanity" (38).
A parent and their child are racing to a flight to Mars before the tropical storm catches them. There are multiple storms in this 90-page third coast piece; there is a solar flare that finally reaches planet earth, and the character's inner emotional storm that is the non monogamous relationship, added with alcohol.
With all that said, a lot of the names could have been cut, as the parent seems to have three names, and while this is not so apparent, a lot of the later dialogue could have been implied instead.
Zachary Tanner is writing slightly ahead of their time, I feel, and these will age like fine wine, which, unfortunately, cannot be said for what is deemed "literature" from a commercial standpoint today. I am hopeful that the Atomic Brain series will be complete by the time I get to the first installment, and I am confident that Tanner's themes will be fully fleshed out when we meet next.
I hope you are well. If you read this, my friend, please send me a message so we can catch up next time you're in Houston.
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