|About the Book|
From the AuthorJust a quick note to say that I have foreseen (remembered?) the future, andnot to worry. There was (will be) no collapse of civilisation- no devastatingplague. No nuclear holocausts or environmental disasters, for that matter.MoreFrom the AuthorJust a quick note to say that I have foreseen (remembered?) the future, andnot to worry. There was (will be) no collapse of civilisation- no devastatingplague. No nuclear holocausts or environmental disasters, for that matter.Absolutely no invasion by space aliens. And no techno-nightmares, such as atake-over by sophisticated neural-net computers. In fact, everyone was carryingon quite normally. Science fiction got things wrong.But if your present ismy future, you already know this. Unless, of course, you live in one of thosealternative universes...About the AuthorNeil Robinson, a fortysomething househusband, once read that fiction writerstend to be exhibitionists who dont go out much. He decided then that being anovelist would be the ideal occupation for him. Subsequently the stacks of dirtydishes have climbed steadily toward the kitchen ceiling and piles of laundry nowspill alarmingly from what used to be the guestroom. His children never gettheir dinners on time. In fact, Neil has dabbled in fiction for manyyears, but life kept getting in the way. For ten years he worked as a reporterand sub-editor on various East London newspapers. And it was while he wasexploring the East End world of dodgy geezers and their dodgy motors that hediscovered the Apocalypse has already happened- but most of us havent noticedyet. In the mid-1990s he gave up work to look after his two sons. He has adegree in philosophy and literature and lives with his wife and children inEssex. Neil enjoys letting dust settle on his collection of Jamie Oliver cookbooks while he watches Nature turn his suburban garden into juvenile woodland.Oliphan Oracus is technically his first novel, though he is rumoured to haveothers stashed in a bottom drawer.