Review
Once I started, I absolutely could not put The Tent City down. I love this book!!! It brought me into so many places of possibility inside myself following the story, characters, passion, fire, and the magic and not to forget the spiritual thread holding it all together. For anyone who loves the earth and enjoys adventure, romance, and a really good read, this book is for you! Ooh, ooh, ooh! Just got Book Two in my hand! --Jeanne Bassis, host of In the Spirit of Play WBCR, Berkshire Community Radio FM
After reading RUIN, The Tent City, I began to wonder how the author could possibly have written a novel that includes marvelously explored history of the past, an extraordinarily creative story of the future after a nuclear holocaust, plus a generous dose of psychology, mythology and philosophy. Sounds a little heavy? Not when it s leavened with addictive adventure, sizzling erotic scenes, battles, fascinating relationships and unforgettable characters. But wait! RUIN, The City of Life, the second book in this amazing series, has just been published and the adventure goes on! If you couldn t put RUIN I down, get ready to lock yourself in your room, have food sent in, shut off the phones, throw out the television, and immerse yourself in RUIN II and III. What a treat you have coming. -- --Sy Levy, former Chairman and Creative Director of McCann-Erickson / March Advertising
When I began Ruin, Book One: The Tent City, I was instantly transported. The characters are alive and engaging, and leap from the page. I found myself commiserating with Deke Wolfson s emotional and physical trials and wondering what I might have done under similar circumstances. Deke and Andara s spiritual evolution and psychic prowess spoke to me throughout, and the lessons contained within Ruin s pages resonate with a universal truth I recognized from my core. In this heady mixture of deed and spirit lies a sensitive tale of growth and discovery, joy and suffering, that delivers an action-packed, breath-holding page-turner. I recommend it to anyone looking for a super-compelling and obsessive read. --Frani Evedon, Photographer and Chairman of Orchard Beach High School Art Department
About the Author
I grew up on the sea with the sound of ocean-birds and surf in my ears. From Montauk Point to Block Island, north to Mystic, Stratford, Nantucket and Martha s Vineyard, around the Sound to Gardener s and Plum Islands, back and down to Port Washington and Roslyn Harbor, I know the waters like the back of my hand. I could take you in a dense fog with nothing to guide us but currents and the noise the ocean makes when it comes close to the land, so different in every way from the long uninterrupted swells of the deep. I can navigate by stars and sun, use compass and sextant to plot a course with a chart. I know where the blue fish are biting and when, where to find the biggest stripers and porgies and snow-shoe flounders. I departed the sea and the shore to emigrate here, to the Berkshires of Western Mass. There were recurring dreams, you see, of waves growing taller and broader and crashing farther up on the beach, until there was nothing I could do to escape them; no way to elude their frothing grasp. Now I walk mountain forests with a wolf-like dog, filled with atavistic feelings rising up from my hind brain suggesting another life when I must have done similarly, but dressed in furs and bearing a spear or club in my hand. The pine-needled paths cushion our steps and we roam in silence, connected by glance and gesture, the dog attuned to me and the environment as canine partners have been to their human halves since the days of the cave. Stories and lines of poetry sweep across my inner landscape during my walks, motivated, I am certain, by the mantra of motion that when combined with Nature becomes a private meditation shared between me, my dog, and the Wild. We three become one, joined in all ways, never to be separated so long as the world spins on and life on planet Earth remains possible. I've always loved the quiet times merging with the Mother, whether on the sea or in the mountains, whether swimming oceans the world over or scaling rocky promontories while clinging to Her granite skeleton. Our relationship runs deep, connected by the beat of my heart and the pump of my lungs, as well as the basic fact that our molecules and atoms are derived from the same sacred stuff. In balance, I listen for my body s signals which mimic to perfection the rhythms of rain and avatar air, before setting off in new directions, trusting the Universe to guide my multidimensional journey. Such is how you find me; traveling my true path, aware and alive, bound to and towards the Earth that is my center, seeking ever for the Infinite, and always heading home. Isobel Noble, North Egremont, Massachusetts