At first, We Are Unprepared comes across as a cathartic novel by an individual who operated in government bureaucracies of one sort or another, purportedly shining a guiding light on how to better understand their consummate construction of a higher quality of life for us peasants. Same for NGOs and their confederates. However, whether originating in Washington, Peking, Brasilia, or other citadels of your choice, to quote CCR '... five year plans and new deals, wrapped in golden chains ...' are viable only if activated in harmony with the key player who is never sitting at the conference table: Mother Nature. Otherwise, the schemes will never achieve traction. Perhaps the author wishes to now acknowledge this explicitly. However, this is merely a feint. There's the question of the main protagonist's character. If Ash looked in the mirror, would Meg Reilly be gazing back at him. Ash is completely maternal, obsessed with seeking guardianship of August, whose painted as a vulnerable seven-year-old. The kid is self-absorbed, adrift, has ADD and no framework during his prior upbringing. Not uncommon these days. Ash and August are needy types surfing off of each other, both in need of professional care. This domesticity severely dilutes the book's message of how tenuous our survival on this planet is. Let's be clear, this tome's primary preoccupation focuses on marital relationships, child rearing, playing house: the bliss of finding the perfect woman (Maggie), enfolding a deprived child (August), and the unalloyed joy of pregnancy. The irony of the latter being another burden on the planet does not rate appearing on the author's radar screen. Ah, romance! In the end, earth apocalypse just becomes a tertiary annoyance.
And that sports fans is how to write a beautiful, haunting love story wrapped up in a realistic apocalyptic event. Until I watched the debate this week, I had no idea how truly awful Trump is nor how adorable and bloody brilliant Hillary is in person. I am not naive enough to believe anyone can stop some of the awful things we are doing to the planet or the repercussions thereof, but I would much rather walk through the coming years with Hillary than that coked up, paranoid, tantrum throwing, fat shaming toddler.
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