From the Author of the Internationally Bestselling Books - Red Herrings & White Elephants. Pop Goes the Weasel & 9/11 Conspiracy
Last Man in London may well become one of the most prophetic novels of its time as all of the scenarios that Jack lucidly illustrates, (or perhaps predicts) are plausible. As thought provoking and as provocative as ever the author presents the Utopian lifestyle in the year AI43 (After Incorporation) of the inhabitants of the Western World or, as he puts it, The Corporation, where everybody contributes or their genetic line is halted.
It is a world where everybody is born sterile and must prove they have something to add to Mankind if they are to be provided the fertility treatment needed for their gene to propagate. The Welfare State has gone, along with its Welfare Generation, religion is banned and forgotten about, as the underwriter of all evil, democracy is a thing of the past and the West is run as a profitable business, by professional businessman. Democracy was, after all, created as a Polyarchy with the sole intention of protecting the interests of those who created it.
All energy is both free and wireless and the ever increasing population of the planet has now fallen to under one billion (by natural causes) This causes George Willoughby, the central character, confusion as he learns, from a variety of different sources, how democracy was overthrown and who by. What he doesn't understand is why. A reducing population and smaller market place does not serve the interests of big business who are, after all, controlling everything. And when he does find out it is enough to make your blood run cold. A Utopian society created by distinctly Distopian methods, all of them possible.
Last Man in London starts well, is full of wonderful, believable characters that you will ether love or loath, has some great dialogue, especially between George and his grandfather Edgar, who remembers the old days and includes a delightful assassination of organised religion as a principal. But, above all, of you want a picture of the future your grandchildren may be living in, then Last Man in London could turn out to be a blueprint. This is the work of fiction that Christopher Hitchens didn't write.