Showing posts with label distopia. Show all posts
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Monday, November 30, 2015

Middle Grade Monday: Treasure, by S. Smith

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Title: Treasure (Seed Savers #1)
Author: S. Smith
Published: 2012, 221 pages
Source: I either purchase the 3-volume Seed Savers set or picked it up on a free day. Naturally, I can't recall because it sat on my Kindle for months before I read it. It is only right to disclose that the author and I are both members of the "BookElves" group, but my review is in any case my honest opinion.

Publisher's Summary:
It’s 2077. There’s no apocalypse, but some things are different. Things like the weather, the internet, and food. In twelve-year-old Clare’s world, blueberry is just a flavor and apples are found only in fairy tales.

Then one day Clare meets an old woman who teaches her about seeds and real food. The woman (Ana) tempts Clare with the notion that food exists other than the square, processed, packaged food she has always known. Under Ana’s tutelage, Clare and her friends learn about seeds and gardening despite suspicions that such actions are illegal.

When the authorities discover the children’s forbidden tomato plant and arrest their mother, Clare and her brother flee. Clare has heard of a place called "The Garden State," and with their bikes, a little money, and backpacks, the children begin a lonely cross-country journey that tests them both physically and spiritually. Will they succeed in their quest to find a place of food freedom?  And can they, only children, help change the world?

Treasure is a gentle dystopian, frightening only in the possibility that we may not be far from the future it paints.
 
 

My Review:
The entire concept of the Seed Savers series is a bit chilling, primarily because, as the publisher's blurb states, it paints a future we can easily see coming our way. But the story itself is not edge-of-the-seat frightening, and would be suitable for most children of 9-12. Clare is a likable heroine, and if she and her little brother get along a bit unbelievably well, they have good reason to stick together, especially once they are on the run. 

I found the beginning of the story a little slow. It takes time for Clare, Dante and their friend Lily to learn about the whole idea of seeds and growing plants, which is understandable, but the story might do better to move more quickly through this. For me, the story takes hold when the food police (as it were) arrest Clare & Dante's mother and the kids flee. Their view of the world has been pretty circumscribed, not just with regard to food, and we see them growing and expanding as their world does. I can't help liking that they make their escape to Canada by bicycle, nor do I miss that the heavy guard the border carries is to keep people IN the US, not out.

One thing which made me a little uncomfortable was the use of religion in the story. I kind of get it, but it doesn't seem necessary to have them be religious, nor does it seem necessary to the story to focus so on prayer and scripture (well, maybe the latter makes some sense, because it is partly the Bible's agrarian roots that sabotage the efforts to make everyone forget where food comes from; this works because while the government controls science education, they have apparently chosen to leave religion alone, a plausible development in today's world). I might like to see a more overt consideration of the implications of religion, not as a means for the children to pray and make things okay, but as something which seems to be simultaneously a controlling tool of the government--and the source of the rebellion. That might be asking a bit much of a children's book, though!

Recommendation:
This book and its premise are (pardon me) food for thought that everyone should consider. Those whose children are not Christian may need to talk about the religious aspects, but that doesn't seem so bad either (everyone should be willing to read about people of other religions). And everyone, of whatever age, would do well to ask themselves where their food comes from--and in the case of the vast bulk of processed foods in our stores, what it might be made of.  
Full Disclosure: I purchased the Seed Saver boxed set on a sale or free day, of my own will and desire, and received nothing from the writer or publisher in exchange for my honest review.  The opinions expressed are my own and those of no one else.  I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."  


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Friday, May 17, 2013

Flash Fiction Friday!

This week's Chuck Wendig challenge (blog not suitable for children) was "Smashing Sub-Genres".  Roll the dice (well, click the random-number generator) twice, and get two numbers that correspond to two sub-genres.  Write a story combining them.  Now, I admit I did it twice.  The first roll managed to hit the two absolutely least appropriate to this blog (splatterpunk and BDSM erotica, if you must know).  The second try was more up my alley: distopian science fiction humor.  Though writing distopia and humor together was harder than I thought!

Without further ado: Diary of a Space-Pup

Day One
All our lives we have known exactly what to expect.  Food, water, a smack on the rump if we did our business wrong.  No one troubled us between meals, and we developed our own way of doing things.  Total freedom, you might say.  We were happy, all of us puppies and kittens together, floating about our habitat.

Now everything has changed.  With no warning we were put down here where everything is hostile.  First there is the terrible weight that oppresses us.  Even without the other torments, this would be sufficient to crush our spirits as it has crushed our limbs.

But it’s not only the weight, which I heard our tormenters call gravity.  They laughed, as though it were merely a temporary nuisance.  Perhaps they are right.  Already I feel myself responding, my muscles hardening in preparation for whatever may come next.  But there is so much more.

The walls are gone, replaced with only the flimsiest of wire barriers, which block none of the winds or rain.  Our tormenters seem to think this should make us happy.  Happy?  Despite the fatigue of the crushing gravity, sleep is elusive.  We are beginning to show the effects.  Gone are the pillows and baskets we have slept in and romped among since birth.  Now we scrabble for a comfortable place on a surface littered with dirt, where plants alternately poke and tickle us, and tiny creatures crawl over us.  Is it any wonder we spend our energy on incessant alerts?

Day Five
It is evident that this is the existence to which we are doomed henceforth.  The ship will not rise again, and we must make what lives we can in this desolate place.  Already the rule of the strong is the only law we have, and the cats—frisky kittens no longer—have begun to plot.  We are none of us children any more, and my former puppy companions are developing the lean, thoughtful look of the hunter.  I greatly fear that chaos and war are the only options left to us, as we are forced to gather our own food and manage our own disputes.

Day Eight
The cats are muttering of war.  Fortunately, they are easily distracted, and a batch of butterflies has hatched nearby, creating a near-constant stream of pretty things to chase.  The Tormenters have ceased coming to watch us and we must develop the means to survive in, if not harmony, at least a state of truce.  It is very hard to get cats to come to any conference, now that we no longer share a common food source.  Rather, we compete for the common food source, and may the best hunter win.

Day Ten
The Tormenters returned to remove the fencing that kept us together.  The cats promptly disappeared into the brush, in search of more of the small creatures we have been catching within the enclosure.  From the sounds I suspect they have also found larger, fiercer beasts.   I feel myself reverting to some ancestral notion of behavior, leaping, chasing and killing.

Day 14
The weakest members of both cat and dog parties have begun to die, unable to hunt, or killed by their prey.  All life on this planet is heavily armed with teeth and claws, but so are we.  We must learn quickly to use them.

Day Twenty-One
The pack is starting to scatter, and the cats have mostly vanished into the brush.  They lost their fear faster than we dogs, but we are hunters now.  The local creatures are fierce and savage, but smaller than we, so we may yet defeat them.  I have given up all hope of an alliance with the cats, and am concentrating on survival for myself and my litter-mates.

Day Twenty-Three
Some of the Tormenters came around today, looking for the cats and dogs they abandoned so callously.  I considered eating one, but they are larger than I care to tackle, though soft.  Their leader nodded happily and said something about “adapting well.”  He seemed pleased that we were becoming savages, though some of his companions seemed to hope they could find the soft, purring or drooling friends they had made of us within the ship.  It is too bad for them.  Those weak creatures are gone forever, and we are what they have forced us to become.

Day Sixty
I saw some of the cats today.  They seem to have grown to immense size, as I have.  Two of them were eating one of the Tormenters!  A triumph for us?  It makes me long for the days when we celebrated our victories together, but I fear for the consequences.  The Tormenters have controlled us for so long.

Day Sixty-Five
I shall have to cease maintaining this journal, as the Chief Tormenter shows signs of suspicion.  I believe I now know our destiny, in any case, and believe that we can make it happen as and when we will.  He spoke to the other Tormenters when they found the remains of the one the cats ate, and I heard the words that made all clear.  “They are not kittens nor puppies,” he told them.  “We have bred lions and wolves to new levels of predation and intelligence. They can hunt anything that lives here, and the only way to get close to them is in their bellies.  But they will make this planet ours.”

At least one of the Tormenters understands something.  There is no going back, and we are not their pets.  But one thing he fails to see.  We are not their pawns, either.  We will not make this planet theirs.  This planet is ours, and they shall be our prey.

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