“There is no death. You of all should know this. In the end, there is only Absorption.”
Arizona author Jon Lee Grafton writes science fiction- complex dystopian novels that flow like the phases in which they are presented in this box set. He writes about cyborgs, surveillance, environmental dystopia, artificial intelligence and the American drug wars of the future. His style is tantalizing, frustratingly disjointed at times, but he always manages to keep our attention because of the fact that he happens to also be a fine satirist or parodist: just when we become involved with his worlds and times and view of the future we encounter controversial subjects that make the reading of his novels intoxicating.
As a small example of his manner of communication, he writes in his ‘Acknowledgments, ‘‘These books are dedicated to the smokers. The outcasts forced to search for lighters and Buddha in cold alleys, the back end programmers busy separating church from state, the busted painter, the Mountain Dew addict and musician, dreamer and dancer alike, the disaffected and forgotten artists who ply their trade in rented rooms for the sake of their hearts, forsaking all else. These books are dedicated to the wandering soul burners of a thousand masks who feel most lonesome in a room full of friends. These books are dedicated to the brewmasters and the stillmasters and the vinters and the barstool outlaws who gotta have their whiskey just to turn down the noise. And lastly, to the ones that never made it, who died in a manner they did not choose trying to break free, these books are dedicated to you.’
And that serves as a fine introduction to his tripartite book – the three books of the set being titled DAWN OF THE COURTEZAN, VOICES IN THE STREAM, and ABSOPTION. His mind has reorganized our known landscape as of 2082 as ‘The North American Union comprises all of Mexico, Canada and the antique United States. 93% of citizens live with a nano computer consensually embedded in their skull. Alcohol is banned, cannabis is mainstream. Holograms fill our eyes, drones float above the city hovstreets and the Office of the Architect watches everything and everyone. Everyone, that is, except for a particular group of shiners, hand-picked outlaws protected by canine war cyborgs and a charismatic and mysterious telepath named Daxane Julius Abner. Mr. Abner has a purpose. That purpose is freedom. He and his shiners make America's black market vodka. And they are the only heroes left.’
Turn to his own words toward the opening of Phase One and read Jon’s style : ‘Salina, Kansas, November 2086 – Four Years One Month After Event. CNED Director, Franklin Fhelps was a company man, a creature who found comfort in regulation. The mud and clouds disgusted him, and he was regretting bringing Saxon along. It was a hunt in the countryside for actual shiners! The boy
should be thrilled, but he loped down field like a churlish ape. What other foster parent would let their teenager carry a lightning gun? It was his wife’s fault, the boy’s sullen attitude. Fhelps would have to discipline Bao-Yu for this when he returned home. He raised his hairless, alabaster chin to the horizon and licked the slivers of his lips, studying the world through eyes the color of wet stone. There had to be signs. Recent intel from his DEA mole had led him to these Dogforsaken hemp fields. The plantations lay fallow for winter, and it had rained the night before, a long, Kansas drizzler. He did not appreciate the way the mud caked his boots, nor the bite of damp, westward wind howling at them across the cruel abdomen of the land. A rage headache was rising. Saxon’s lack of enthusiasm for law enforcement was the root of this ill. It made Fhelps’ toes itch in his boots to think of it. He didn’t dare lay a hand on the child, a complication that made the migraines feel downright lethal. The relentless zoom-voom-voom of wind turbines spinning at the nearby Saline County power gen farm was not helping either. Vaporizing a little jane might fix all that. No. The ’noias. If a particle cannon had to be fired, it was a violation of protocol to be blended. He angrily ripped off a glove and popped a Pleasium tablet into his mouth instead.’
To understand Jon’s very strange story requires close reading and concentration, but the benefits provide entertainment and a head-scratching process that eventually results in a hefty chuckle. Very fine sci-fi from a man with a wildly ingenious imagination.