If you had told me three years ago that I would be publishing a Science Fiction book, I would have laughed so hard. It’s not that I never imagined I would be a writer. In fact, I’ve always just figured that I would publish something someday, even if I had to wait until I was ninety. It’s more that I’ve never been much into the Sci-Fi scene.
At least, I didn’t know that I had been. Apparently, my taste in reading has always fallen along these lines.
I got my first e-reader about six years ago. Kindle Fire hadn’t been out for long, and my parents got me one for Christmas. Being a cheapskate and a lover of very old books, I immediately filled it with as many free classics as I could get my hands on. The first book I read on my Kindle was Mary Shelley's, Frankenstein.
Frankenstein falls into a few different genres. Among those, you could easily count Science Fiction as one.
Whatever you count it as I fell deeply in love with it. After finishing it, I devoured other Gothic horrors from the period. Phantom of the Opera, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, The Picture of Dorian Gray. I loved these books, but something about Frankenstein struck me in a way that none of the others quite did.
Almost a year and a half ago I finished my fantasy novel and, feeling quite satisfied with myself, began researching how to go about getting published. It was not as easy as I imagined it would be.
My research suggested that I should get my name "out there" to make my work more attractive to the business types. I decided to start slowly by blogging and putting together a Science Fiction short story for on online audience. A year and four books later, and this Science Fiction “short story” has become a huge part of my life.
As I wrote, I began to see just how many of my favorite stories were Science fiction. Star Wars, Disney’s Treasure Planet, The Mars Diaries.
All of these stories had their place in my book. Each added a small piece to become the whole. The one that kept echoing in the back of my head though, was Frankenstein.
Frankenstein has a lot in common with the bio-punk subgenre. Like my own writing, Frankenstein depends on well-developed characters and a theme-heavy narrative to drive it forward. It is not, however, just an amazing story about people who feel as real as you and me, but it is one that teaches us something.
In the book, the monster created by the main character, Dr. Frankenstein, is created by human hands but has a vestige of something that is not. This thing, what I would call a soul, drives him to seek out love in any form he can find it and, when it is constantly withdrawn, to act out in anger and pain. The story forces the to ask what truly defines a human being, and how that "something" can be built up or destroyed by something as basic as human affection.
"What would you be, without love?" It asks. "Would you, too, be a monster?"
These themes are prominent in the growing subgenres of Bio and CyberPunk literature and are increasingly important to ask in our everyday lives as science and technology march steadily on.
In Revelation, I wrote to solve for myself one abiding question: What might have happened to Frankenstein’s monster if just one person has chosen to love him?
I truly hope that when you pick up Revelation and the entire Malfunction Trilogy you are able to enjoy them and settle in for a fast-paced, entertaining read. That is not my soul desire for this book though. Just like Mary Shelley with her well-known novel Frankenstein I have a deeper purpose. I want to ask a question. I’m not going to tell you what it is, though. That would ruin the surprise.