The Other End
“A thrill-packed” blend of science fiction and apocalyptic thriller from the veteran horror writer and author of Halo: Broken Circle (Metro Silicon Valley).
Judgment Day has arrived, and it’s stranger than anyone could have predicted. . . .
Jim Swift, a reporter for the Sacramento Bee, is determined to get to the bottom of the recent bizarre global occurrences that seem to be more in the realm of outlandish conspiracy theories than real-life facts. People who once trafficked in slaves, war, cruelty, and death are suddenly experiencing strange visions and reexamining their lives. But the inexplicable rehabilitation of humanity’s worst evildoers is only the beginning. As Jim sets out on a frantic search for his lost daughter, he must traverse a world reduced to the chaos of fear and uncertainty—for the end of everything we’ve ever known will be at hand once the Adjusters arrive from the stars.
The Other End, John Shirley’s brilliant and biting apocalyptic thriller, is the veteran author’s answer to the bestselling Left Behind novels. A magnificent amalgam of science fiction, horror, satire, and heart-pounding adventure, it’s a stunning and thought-provoking tale of righteous redemption in a dystopian near-future.
Veteran horror writer Shirley (Cellars) swaps gory for glory in this inventive if politically heavy-handed left-wing answer to Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins's evangelical Left Behind series. Child slavers, genocidal soldiers and corrupt statesmen have fourth-dimensional visions and abandon their wicked ways in the first part of the novel, narrated by Sacramento Bee reporter Jim Swift and his conspiracy-nut friend, Ed Galivant, in a style oddly reminiscent of C.M. Kornbluth's "The Silly Season." Readers of all persuasions will relish the repentance of these universally acknowledged bad guys, but once the good guys ascend to a better place, most of the people left behind are Republicans, Scientologists, oil company CEOs and anyone "fundamentalist, hard-line, inflexible." By dispensing justice along party lines, Shirley limits his audience to a choir that won't mind 300 pages of very pretty preaching.