Heretical discontent; that's what this collection of short stories is primarily intended for. Some of these stories are funny. Some of them are not. One of them is about a 'truffle-hunting hedgehog' as told by a silly old piss-pot. The publishers of 'Pride and Prejudice' may want to sue for damages after they see what has become of that pompous bore, Mr William Collins. Another story is set in Brooklyn, New York, against a backdrop of ferns. All of them are influenced by the barbarian age within which we continue to exist, ignorant of the fact that we cannot have our coke and capitalist edicts too.
The concept of reality is increasingly vague as we proceed into the cyber-age so the author makes no apology for merging the genres of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Civil War Era historical fiction. Neither does he/she repent any offence given to conservative religious groups who pathologically fail to recognise the feminine nature of the universe within which we exist. But this is not an evangelical text proposing that John Lennon's vision of a secular world free of both religious dogma and political subterfuge is either possible and/or likely to develop in the next thousand years. This is a book. Read it and weep.