I was rather underwhelmed by David Lozell Martin’s Our American King, just shruggable, I’m glad I got it used (for a better take, check out Robert Charles Wilson’s Julian Comstock or Theodore Judson’s Fitzpatrick’s War).

Reading some lighter fare now with Turteldove’s Supervolcano

what’s your point?

“He can’t look up,” John says. “He’s built like a shark, a big body with a mouth in front. Shark and pig, mindless machines for consumption, mascots for America. Rip open a swimming shark’s belly and it will turn to eat in a happy frenzy its own unspooling intestines. Capitalist! Corner a pig in a trap, stab it, provoke it, no matter what, the pig will turn from his torment to eat a handful of corn thrown through the wire. Consumer!”
If I could’ve laughed I would’ve – John the old-time radical Commie red-diaper socialist liberal professor. Irish to boot.

No, not Canadian, this was years and years before we realized Canada was our true enemy.

(…)

And the pig grunts rapidly as if towards a nasty ejaculation.

Eh, okay, included a 5-chapter preview of Apocalypse of the Dead, seems slightly better. (IDK if I’ll get it)

Starting now Our American King