Bevelyn Park

This book is a virtue-signaling, faux-apocalyptic screed with absolutely no redeeming qualities. I try to avoid these agenda-driven current novels, having lived for 76 years reading the greats--the Western canon, if you will--because the drivel so many of our precious young novelists create is nauseating. Save your money--my copy will go straight to the shredder--and buy F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flannery O'Connor, Henry James, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, and the list goes on for true literature, not whiny complaints from the most privileged cohort in human history.