Fly
Twice Backward
Twice Backward
Fresh
Starts in a World of Troubles
Starts in a World of Troubles
David
McCracken
McCracken
Genre: SciFi, SciFiRomance, Alt
History
History
Print Length: 726 pages
Publication Date: October 14,
2019
2019
Sold by: Amazon.com Services LLC
Language: English
ASIN: B07Z4KRLQZ
Book Description:
You wake back in early adolescence,
adult memories intact, including ones that could make you very wealthy now.
Your birth family is here, alive again, but your later families are gone,
perhaps forever. What has happened, what should you do about coming problems
like violence, ignorance, pollution, and global warming? You realize one key
connects most, the fundamentalist strains of the major religions disdaining
science, equality, and social welfare. You see that there are some things you
can change, some you can’t, and one you don’t dare to.
adult memories intact, including ones that could make you very wealthy now.
Your birth family is here, alive again, but your later families are gone,
perhaps forever. What has happened, what should you do about coming problems
like violence, ignorance, pollution, and global warming? You realize one key
connects most, the fundamentalist strains of the major religions disdaining
science, equality, and social welfare. You see that there are some things you
can change, some you can’t, and one you don’t dare to.
Fellow idealists help you spend
your growing fortune well--such as an artistic Zoroastrian prince in the
Iranian oil industry, a rising officer in the Soviet army working to find a way
to destroy his corrupt government, a Bahai woman struggling against Islamic
brutality, a Peruvian leader working for a liberal future, and a snake-handling
Christian minister, grappling with doubts, sexuality, and destiny. They are
supported by an ally who develops essential psychic powers. The group faces
familiar-looking corrupt politicians, religious leaders, and corporate czars,
but there is an ancient force in the background, promoting greed, violence,
hate, and fear.
your growing fortune well--such as an artistic Zoroastrian prince in the
Iranian oil industry, a rising officer in the Soviet army working to find a way
to destroy his corrupt government, a Bahai woman struggling against Islamic
brutality, a Peruvian leader working for a liberal future, and a snake-handling
Christian minister, grappling with doubts, sexuality, and destiny. They are
supported by an ally who develops essential psychic powers. The group faces
familiar-looking corrupt politicians, religious leaders, and corporate czars,
but there is an ancient force in the background, promoting greed, violence,
hate, and fear.
This exciting, emotional,
thoughtful, humorous, and even romantic sci-fi novel weaves progressivism,
music, movies, and literature into a struggle spanning the globe. Vivid
characters propel the action back up through an alternative history toward an
uncertain destination.
thoughtful, humorous, and even romantic sci-fi novel weaves progressivism,
music, movies, and literature into a struggle spanning the globe. Vivid
characters propel the action back up through an alternative history toward an
uncertain destination.
Bewitching
Excerpt:
Excerpt:
24.
Xerxes: Convoy (Shiraz, Iran, Wed., 9/17/52)
Xerxes: Convoy (Shiraz, Iran, Wed., 9/17/52)
After the
three-day mourning period for Grandfather, a small crowd gathers in our
courtyard around his new green Cadillac as Father hands me the keys. I’m taking
it to our villa on the outskirts of Teheran. From there, I’ll report to the
recently opened offices of the new Ministry of Petroleum. There’s also a big
old black Buick, which will be going along, brought by three brothers who have
done various demanding jobs for the family. Mohammed, my favorite, winks
slightly at me. Father’s secondary wives are there, too, colorfully dressed,
with most of their children. Mother stands apart from them, of course, with her
arm tightly around me.
three-day mourning period for Grandfather, a small crowd gathers in our
courtyard around his new green Cadillac as Father hands me the keys. I’m taking
it to our villa on the outskirts of Teheran. From there, I’ll report to the
recently opened offices of the new Ministry of Petroleum. There’s also a big
old black Buick, which will be going along, brought by three brothers who have
done various demanding jobs for the family. Mohammed, my favorite, winks
slightly at me. Father’s secondary wives are there, too, colorfully dressed,
with most of their children. Mother stands apart from them, of course, with her
arm tightly around me.
She says, “Son,
I know you’re anxious to get started, but you haven’t seen how lawless highways
have sometimes become, with less oil money coming in to pay the police.”
I know you’re anxious to get started, but you haven’t seen how lawless highways
have sometimes become, with less oil money coming in to pay the police.”
“Has it come to
that?”
that?”
“Well, your
father assures me that with Mohammed driving your car and his brothers in
theirs, and the full attention of all, you should make it OK.”
father assures me that with Mohammed driving your car and his brothers in
theirs, and the full attention of all, you should make it OK.”
Father steps
away from the Buick: “Yes, Son, keep your guns handy and don’t stop for
anything until you get to cousin Abdollah’s in Isfahan for the night. That’ll
end the most dangerous part of the trip.”
away from the Buick: “Yes, Son, keep your guns handy and don’t stop for
anything until you get to cousin Abdollah’s in Isfahan for the night. That’ll
end the most dangerous part of the trip.”
“We’ll be
careful, Father. What is happening to our country?”
careful, Father. What is happening to our country?”
“A lot of people are short on food, with the
British blockage of our oil exports, and some are desperate. Others are just
opportunistic. We can’t give in to fear, but neither can we give in to foolishness.
Please call when you arrive. Abdollah does have a phone, now that he’s moved
into town with his families.”
British blockage of our oil exports, and some are desperate. Others are just
opportunistic. We can’t give in to fear, but neither can we give in to foolishness.
Please call when you arrive. Abdollah does have a phone, now that he’s moved
into town with his families.”
I open the
Cadillac passenger door and say: “Those damned British think they own us as
slaves, and they intend to teach us not to be rebellious, as dogs needing
discipline to do tricks. I hope to God we can prove they’ve misjudged.” I look
around at this home, this family that I’m leaving again: with a kiss to each
parent, I settle into the comfortable seat by Mohammed.
Cadillac passenger door and say: “Those damned British think they own us as
slaves, and they intend to teach us not to be rebellious, as dogs needing
discipline to do tricks. I hope to God we can prove they’ve misjudged.” I look
around at this home, this family that I’m leaving again: with a kiss to each
parent, I settle into the comfortable seat by Mohammed.
“Go with God,
Xerxes,” say both my parents together.
Xerxes,” say both my parents together.
“And may God be
with you, Father, Mother.”
with you, Father, Mother.”
25.
Xerxes: Danger (Near Shareza, Iran, Wed., 9/17/52)
Xerxes: Danger (Near Shareza, Iran, Wed., 9/17/52)
Driving under
the noon sun, still short of Shareza, visibility is good. There is no traffic
as we head north, so we can pick up speed. To the right, the road is skirting a
long, high ridge of barren rock and fallen sand, like so much of the land all
the way toward the eastern deserts. To the left, at a bit of a distance, a
lower ridge has a few isolated patches of green and an occasional shabby house.
I’m missing beautiful Shiraz already. And Austin.
the noon sun, still short of Shareza, visibility is good. There is no traffic
as we head north, so we can pick up speed. To the right, the road is skirting a
long, high ridge of barren rock and fallen sand, like so much of the land all
the way toward the eastern deserts. To the left, at a bit of a distance, a
lower ridge has a few isolated patches of green and an occasional shabby house.
I’m missing beautiful Shiraz already. And Austin.
The road makes a
sharp turn to the right, going around a ridge so we can’t see past the curve.
Immediately before it, we see a junky old car pulled off the road, a man
working under the hood, and a young family inside. Mohammed is passing them by.
sharp turn to the right, going around a ridge so we can’t see past the curve.
Immediately before it, we see a junky old car pulled off the road, a man
working under the hood, and a young family inside. Mohammed is passing them by.
“Oh, Mohammed, we should stop, or they’ll be
in danger.”
in danger.”
“And if we stop,
we’ll be in danger . . . . OK, we’ll pull just past that curve, and you look
back as we round it. Watch to see if he gets in his car as we get to the
curve.”
we’ll be in danger . . . . OK, we’ll pull just past that curve, and you look
back as we round it. Watch to see if he gets in his car as we get to the
curve.”
“He did.” Oh,
oh! What are we in for?
oh! What are we in for?
“Roll down your
window and look ahead, holding your gun ready. Be ready to hand me mine.”
window and look ahead, holding your gun ready. Be ready to hand me mine.”
“There, ahead of
your brothers! A horse and cart are nearly blocking the road.”
your brothers! A horse and cart are nearly blocking the road.”
“Kian’ll know
what to do.”
what to do.”
The Buick
swerves, so it is aiming straight at the horse’s front shoulder, speeding
toward it. The horse rears in panic, tipping the cart backward. Two short
hay-streaked men with old-style long rifles tumble out, struggling to get their
balance and turn those rifles toward us. Through a window of our leading car, I
see--a rock? No, a grenade, exploding as it falls between the men.
swerves, so it is aiming straight at the horse’s front shoulder, speeding
toward it. The horse rears in panic, tipping the cart backward. Two short
hay-streaked men with old-style long rifles tumble out, struggling to get their
balance and turn those rifles toward us. Through a window of our leading car, I
see--a rock? No, a grenade, exploding as it falls between the men.
Gunshots smash
into our rear window, one going all the way through and into the windshield before
me: “Shoot at that car coming up behind us.”
into our rear window, one going all the way through and into the windshield before
me: “Shoot at that car coming up behind us.”
“The children!”
“Aim low.”
Mohammed slews
our car across the road and joins me in firing. Kian screams back in his car,
and those brothers join the fusillade. Our bullets must puncture the fuel line
of the following car, as flames flare up and grow quickly. The family tumbles
out of all the doors and roll away from the car.
our car across the road and joins me in firing. Kian screams back in his car,
and those brothers join the fusillade. Our bullets must puncture the fuel line
of the following car, as flames flare up and grow quickly. The family tumbles
out of all the doors and roll away from the car.
Leaving the two
bodies, a forlorn family, and a burning car behind, our little convoy roars on.
bodies, a forlorn family, and a burning car behind, our little convoy roars on.
“Reload!”
Mohammed says.
Mohammed says.
The bodies! And
what a waste of my own life, if I’d died here, never seeing Julia again!
what a waste of my own life, if I’d died here, never seeing Julia again!
About
the Author:
the Author:
David McCracken was born in
Louisville, KY, in 1940. Raised mostly in Winchester, KY, he now lives near
Winchester, VA, with his third and final wife. He has three children, two
stepchildren, and six grandchildren.
Louisville, KY, in 1940. Raised mostly in Winchester, KY, he now lives near
Winchester, VA, with his third and final wife. He has three children, two
stepchildren, and six grandchildren.
After three years in the U.S.
Navy following a lackluster academic start, he graduated from the University of
Kentucky in 1963, in Diplomacy and International Commerce. He then worked as a
Latin American country desk officer in the U.S. Department of Commerce until he
returned to school to earn an M.A. in Elementary Education in 1970 from Murray
State University, having always been intending to teach. Eventually realizing
his children qualified for reduced-price lunches based on his own teaching
salary, he studied computer programming at Northern Virginia Community College
and worked as a programmer until shifting back into elementary teaching.
Navy following a lackluster academic start, he graduated from the University of
Kentucky in 1963, in Diplomacy and International Commerce. He then worked as a
Latin American country desk officer in the U.S. Department of Commerce until he
returned to school to earn an M.A. in Elementary Education in 1970 from Murray
State University, having always been intending to teach. Eventually realizing
his children qualified for reduced-price lunches based on his own teaching
salary, he studied computer programming at Northern Virginia Community College
and worked as a programmer until shifting back into elementary teaching.
He began working on what became
Fly Twice Backward in 1983 and finally finished it in 2019! At 79, David
strongly doubts he’ll be doing another novel of such scope and complexity, but
is preparing to work on a children’s science fiction novel with a progressive
bent, being a devout progressive in politics and religion, as well as a lover
of learning.
Fly Twice Backward in 1983 and finally finished it in 2019! At 79, David
strongly doubts he’ll be doing another novel of such scope and complexity, but
is preparing to work on a children’s science fiction novel with a progressive
bent, being a devout progressive in politics and religion, as well as a lover
of learning.
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