“The Book of M” by Peng Shepard, © 2018

This is such a strange story. I wonder how she developed it? It is like a Stephen King story – based in reality, yet with some magic or other weirdness included.

We begin the story with a couple, Ory and Max, very much in love, holed up in a resort hotel. You are then exposed to what has happened to the world, and the female, – many people have lost their shadows, and, gradually, their memories. It is like Alzheimer only worse – they lose all memory of what is harmful, at least I think that Alzheimer patients do not forget to not touch hot stoves, or that going into water can drown you. These people of this story do forget all that and more.

Max has not lost much of her memory, but they know it is only a matter of time, and she will. They have created some ways to protect her from doing things that would be bad, like notes on the door to not open when someone knocks without a special code they have between them.

The story breaks into parts with other people’s story told. You know they will all arrive at the same place in the end. It is that exposition that creates the dystopian world that has been created. I think I missed some parts that would add to the story because the ending has so many icons of a religious nature. I might try to read others reviews to get a handle on what I missed.

I remember listening to a recording a fellow made during a drive from one place to another with his dad, who has Alzheimer. I heard what sounded to me like a dreamscape his dad was talking about, just some stuff that would only make sense if you were dreaming, yet, to him, it was real. In this story the dreamscape can become real – the first paragraph has a deer with some wings for ears or something like that, and you think, “Well that is weird!” It happens throughout the story – reality changes as the shadowless forget. Thus the magic.

It is odd, but I remember parts of this story, like I had read it before, yet it is not that old. I remember reading about the wall of water around New Orleans, and some other things sparked memories, too. I did not write a book review, so I can not refer to that. One reason I write book reviews is to help me remember books I have read already, but, alas, I have failed to write many that I have read or listened to – my bad!

Published by David Brockert

Joe was born in xxxx, Arizona on xxxx xx 1955 to David Joseph and Alta Mary Brockert. He joined xxxxxx. His early life was spent in various houses in Globe, Miami, Claypool and Superior, Arizona. He remembered starting school in second grade in Superior and went there until he finished seventh grade. They made a move to the Midwest that summer. His parents tried to get work in Minnesota that summer, to no avail, came to Wisconsin and finally found something. Joe went to eight grade in Evansville, Wisconsin. He went to Holy Name Seminary in Madison, Wisconsin for his Junior year of high school. Joe did not make the grade (literally & figuratively) at the seminary, so he went back to graduate from Evansville. He started college at Edgewood in Madison, but without a focus , he did not get very far towards a degree. He did get an Associate of Arts degree from Madison Area Technical College in 1978 for Accounting just to prove he could get a degree of some sort. He never did use it to any extent. Joe worked as a paperboy in Superior and, some, in Evansville. He did some work study jobs in college, but really started to work at the donut shop on Regent Street, Donuts Unlimited. He worked there, off and on, for many years. He spent a summer at Edgewood Summer Theatre near Baraboo, tried to find a job doing bookkeeping after graduation but fell back to working seasonal at Blaney Farms (seed corn). He worked at the donut shop until 1993. He left to work at Triggs Bakery, Quarra Stone and Colonial Bakery. He has worked at Colonial Bakery since 1994. Joe met the love of his life in a coffee shop near MATC, where they attended classes and they never really left the coffee shop. Joe was married on 17 May 1980 xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Joe lived a contented, relaxed life. He did not do much but learn, work, raise a daughter and support his family. He did not attract a lot of attention. He did learn to live for the day. He felt that the key to happiness was to remember to stop and smell the roses, or to look at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, Mary, or to just go for a walks with her. He was humble enough to know that his writing would be of interest to very few, mostly those related to him, obviously, so he never tried too hard to get his rambling thoughts recorded.

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