“By slow degrees he recovered, and ate a little soup, which restored him wonderfully, although not without incessant declarations of how it did not compare to the butternut squash potage at Marcel’s.”
In this 7,300 word mash-up re-telling of the Walton Letters that introduce Mary Shelley’s classic gothic horror novel, Robert Walton, an underachieving pot dealer from Spokane, navigates a beat up RV towards Las Vegas with noble plans to save the family home from foreclosure. One evening while stuck in the desert en route, he and his crew witness a giant figure gliding across the desert horizon, “as if propelled by some magical force.” Their first inclination, that it might just be the weed, is extinguished the next morning when another figure — an emaciated Victor Frankenstein, corrupt Washington super-lobbyist extraordinaire — bangs his failing Segway into their RV and falls to the ground, before asking for an espresso. An incredible request for a man in such a state, particularly given the nightmarish dream of revenge that he is chasing after, which will be recounted in a full mash-up edition of Frankenstein to be released during the 2016 election season: that of creating the perfect presidential candidate out of individual body parts, each sponsored by special interest groups and corporations that gain control of a percentage of the candidate’s brain, based upon how much they contribute.
Some friendships with young Pentagon aids who work in top-secret Robotic Humanoid Intelligence departments are not strategic, others are.
Targeted Age Group:: 17-70
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I believe it came to me in a dream, much like my co-author’s original tale of horror and woe, but I cannot say for sure. All I can confirm with confidence is that Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein is one of my favorite books of all time, and that I am a political junkie. Put those two together, and it was only a matter of time before a tale such as this emerged.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Victor Frankenstein, corrupt Washington super lobbyist extraordinaire, was put together from all the worst that there is in Washington, like a Washington Sundae, but with the cherry of on top of a noble aim – revenge upon those who destroyed his father and his family – driving his actions. Robert Walton, slacker extraordinaire, was easy — most of my friends are exactly like him.
About two o’clock the coyotes cleared away, and we beheld, as my crew was at last able to exit So Far and stretch out in every direction, vast and irregular plains of black desert sand, which seemed to have no end. Some of my men groaned, and my own mind began to grow watchful with anxious thoughts, when a strange sight suddenly attracted our attention, and diverted our solicitude from our own situation. We perceived an upright figure, leaning slightly afore, gliding as if by magic across the odd desert night landscape, pass on towards the west, at the distance of half a mile: a being which had the shape of man, but apparently of gigantic stature, advanced forward, and guided by what we would later learn to be the invisible magic of the gyroscopes. We watched the rapid progress of the traveller through Rainbow Mike’s homemade kaleidoscope binoculars, until he was lost among the distant shades of moonlit desert landscape; or perhaps it was the mirrors within the kaleidoscope – we were too baked to be able to say for sure.
About the Author:
Liam James Leaven is the name of a computer program that travels through the ethereal Space of Cyber, posting random musings at binary will at some of the world’s most preeminent think tanks and thought gathering grounds.
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