Review: Not quite the Mad Maxian overature that I hoped for. Maybe size it down to "A Boy and his Dog" or in this case "A Boy and his Girl". Follow our anti-hero as he traipses across the remnants of a productive midwest America with jowly mercs hot on his tail.

While the scenery is depressing as fuk, as are the circumstances, the character builds are really good. They have to be, otherwise this novel would be steeped in grit and shine like a penny in a goats ass. Perhaps the promise of redemption and connection drives this novel forward. You want better things for our guy because he wants better for those he cares about. Although he is suicidal, that core of self-loathing sometimes lifts eyes to the heavens and that drives the novel forward. The novel drags a bit in areas with the same kind of subject matter being discussed repetitively. Landscape, nutraslop, domes, agribusiness, Thornton, Da Vinci, blah, blah, blah. IMO this was filler material and lacked inspiration in building a solid story line.

I liked this booky. It is a once overt in presentation and subtle in characterization.