THE LAST SUPPER Gets a Starred Review from Publishers Weekly! Also, the Trailer has Released!

2014 has been a year of publishing milestones. I signed with an agent this year. I topped several Amazon bestseller lists with STRINGS and saw it top 100 reviews. But I had yet to receive a review from a major trade publication until now.

When Hobbes End submitted THE LAST SUPPER to Publishers Weekly a couple months back, I honestly wasn't even sure they would review it at all. And then I figured if they DID review it, they would thrash it mercilessly, but that I would still take that as a major feat to be ripped apart by a PW reviewer, because hey, it's PW.

But then I noticed not only my book on the PW website, but also the red star next to it. According to PW, the red star denotes a book they believe to be of "outstanding quality."

So then I screamed.

And then I died.

And then I came back to life, because I needed to cherish the moment a little longer.

Tragedy and triumph charge this story set in a weed-infested, mutated future full of provocative paradoxes of amorality and faith. “My last meal has a salad. I’ve always hated salad,” recounts tortured hero John Welland at the beginning of his memoir of a life spent battling and dodging sentient superweeds, the land-savaging Blight, and the Divine Right, religious zealots who ensure obedience through terror. After Welland’s wife fails her yearly “exam,” a justification for further life, and eats her poisoned last supper, “white hot rage” propels Welland to join an underground rebellion. They introduce him to the Elan Vital, the life force, and soon he discovers a personal connection to it. Marrying speculative, realistic, and fabulist traditions to dystopian formula, Dickson’s paean to individualism both breaks and strengthens the heart. Welland’s character receives “no comfort as he comes face to face with his own tragedy.” The Kafkaesque world of warped normalcy and cruel politics brings intimacy to the classic theme of self-definition in the face of oppression.
I don't think I've ever seen anything of mine written so . . . academically. Look all those big words! Fabulist? Paean? KAFKAESQUE?

I can't even. I just can't. To put this a little into perspective, imagine you're a nobody indie band who plays bar gigs, and your album just got reviewed by Rolling Stone or Spin. It's a little like that.

Finally, take a look at the trailer my awesome husband and I put together over the weekend. A couple months back, I commissioned Justin Wasson, my go-to artist for my COLT COLTRANE books, to draw scenes from SUPPER for use in the trailer and for other promotional work, so it feels great to finally get to use the art for its intended purpose. I decided to take a more "talky" approach to the trailer, because I felt it was the sort of story that couldn't be explained through illustrations and text alone. I wanted to make it feel more personal.

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