A riveting tale of a not-so-distant future in which who you are is what you eat. And loyalty depends on sharing, or refusing to share, blood. Literally.
Bryan Murphy is a writer, actor and voice artist. Previous jobs: international civil servant, translator, language editor, teacher of English as a foreign language. Anarchist, turning wishy-washy liberal. Pro-science. Author of the novella Goodbye, Padania. His short e-books include the Linehan series, SuperOldie and Murder by Suicide. You can find them at Amazon, Smashwords, Apple, Barnes & Noble and other major retailers. Other stories have recently appeared in Eunoia Review, The Camel Saloon, The Pygmy Giant, The View from Here and The Write Room. Poems have recently appeared in Mad Swirl, Aberration Labyrinth, Pyrokinection, Snakeskin, UFO Gigolo, protestpoems, HQ Poetry Journal, Dead Snakes, Descant, Rose & Thorn Journal, The Rainbow Rose, Indigo Rising and Football Poets. Bryan Murphy has lived and worked in England, Italy, Portugal, Angola, China, Hong Kong, Thailand and Bulgaria.
I cannot offer an unbiased review of my own work, so I’ll try to “add value” with some background. This was a classic “manuscript left in a drawer” for decades. It wasn’t even one of my drawers. Recently, an old friend came over to visit from England and brought this and another one I’d forgotten I’d ever written. It seemed a bit dated, but there was a spark there, so I rewrote it into its present form. Among other things, I relabelled it from “Cod’s Roe” and clothed it in the fashionable historic present. I inserted the expression “arithmetical democracy”, although I first heard it later, from the mouth of Alvaro Cunhal, head of Portugal’s Communists, who used it disparagingly to explain why his party should run the country even though relatively few people voted for it. I guess he favoured the kind of “emotional democracy” practised in “Heresy”, not that it would have got him into power anyway. My story is a child of its time, though the the notion of diet replacing politics as the focus of identity was ahead of its time. In Italy, where I’m living today, the infusion of technology into politics has become fashionable, and politics are becoming ever more emotional. Back in 1971, I was an out-of-work new graduate. One day, I went to the unemployment office to sign on, and they offered me a job there. I took it like a shot. In “Heresy”, I have a little fun with the strange rituals of bureaucratic life, above all the idea that conformity and orthodoxy are the supreme virtues. All in all, I think “Heresy” is humorous, thought-provoking and short enough to be well worth the time you’ll spend reading it. Let me give it five stars to encourage the young writer I was then.