Post 9/11 fire


From the outset, Fire In the Unnameable Country hinted at possible deception.

Neatly packaged in a FedEx Express envelope from Mr. Penguin himself, a rain-shielding plastic shell concealed an information sheet presented in an environmentally conscious (or cost-effective) font and a 448-page book that crawled smoothly from its tan envelope.

An easy read and a swift review had been assumed, until a quick glance at the red and black cover revealed Jonathan Garfinkel’s blurb, “A post-apocalyptic mind-fuck, a wild ride through the netherworlds of the war on terror.”