The Walnut of Doom

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I just recently realized that we still have some copies Right Behind around here, and what’s with that? Unfortunately we don’t have any more copies of Supergeddon (“A Really Big Geddon”), but we do have some copies of, as I mentioned, Right Behind.

What is that? you wonder. Is it connected at all to the Left Behind series? Well, yes, in a manner of speaking. Here is an excerpt.

Buff sat by his window in business class and watched the sun come up like a single tooth in a bleeding gum. He remembered that time in Israel. You know, that time when he became a deist and began to think that he led a charmed life because he was always, to coin a phrase, in the right place at the right time.

An old woman sat across the aisle from him, a passed out drunk next to him. he turned from his window and looked at the old woman. She had a pair of cotton nylon blend underpants in one hand and dentures in the other. She stared at Buff in shock.

“Excuse me mister,” she said.

“Yes?” Buff said.

“He’s gone. My Harold’s gone. He’s just gone, vanished, disappeared. Could you help me find him?”

“I’m afraid that there is going to be no finding him Ma’am.”

“Why?”

“Has he left all material things behind him, clothes, dentures, hairpiece?”

“Yes.”

“Then he has finally turned his back on this world of matter all things evil. He has jumped right out of the corruption that matter entails. He has taken everything essential to his being and left the rest behind. He has reached the enlightened world of Forms where there is no jewelry but spiritual jewels, where dentures cannot go, where everyone is naked. He has been Raptured.”

“How do you know?” the woman asked.

“I write bad apocalyptic fiction. I know things. Endtimes are my game.”

One of my favorite aspects of the book is the cover image art. Look closely at the lurid image rising ominously behind the title, and you will see there the Walnut of Doom.
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