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ALL THE WAY THROUGH
Growing up, probably no other author affected my love of reading more than Robert A. Heinlein. There's a scene in Citizen of the Galaxy where Thorby, assigned as a missile-guidance officer, must shoot down an attacking slave ship. Some of my lessons are going to be different from Heinleins, and some of my characters very much so, but at root, it's always the same thing: giving a young person the joy of seeing someone like them on the page, giving them a suggestion of how they might forge their own path into the world of adulthood that awaits, and hopefully, inspiring a love of reading as well.
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Ship breaker
In a future world, teenaged Nailer scavenges copper wiring from grounded oil tankers for a living, but when he finds a beached clipper ship with a girl in the wreckage, he has to decide if he should strip the ship for its wealth or rescue the girl.
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A Hot Day's Night
[Charlene] laughed. I thought you said you wanted to see the real Phoenix.\" She crawled over [Lucy]. and starting rooting through the toolbox. \"You know where my snips go to? \"I'm trying not to get electrocuted!\" Charlene grinned, a flash of white teeth and a black gap where her incisors had gone missing. \"What's the matter? Tho much story for you?\" \"Nah. It's way easier, now. Used to be that everyone thought the owners would come back. They kept saying Roosevelt Lake would fill up again, or there'd be enough water in the CAP to share around. Made junk patrol feel like they had a real job. Protecting private property and all that shit.\" She snorted. \"But the reality is, there's just not much use for granite countertops or three bathrooms in a house if there's no water going down the toilets or filling up the sink. These places deserve to be scavenged now, and junk patrol knows it. Biggest problem is getting to the good stuff first, before someone else does.\" She set the panel at the edge of the roof. Waved to Lucy. \"Grab a crowbar. We need to get the rest of these panels down before they come back.\" Charlene returned and held up her hands, waiting for Lucy to hand down the next panel. \"Hell. I don't know. Guess it just didn t seem real to me. Slow apocalypse, you know? In hindsight, it all looks real clear. But at the time?\" She got hold of the panel as Lucy lowered it, set it dowp on the driveway's hot concrete. Leaned against it. Her sweat gleamed on her race the moonlight as she looked up at Lucy. 'You could kind of see it creeping up, like, out of the comer of your eye, but you couldn't see it up close and sharp.\" She shrugged, picked up the panel and hefted it into the truck with the rest. \"We're good at doing shit like running away from the junk patrol. I mean, that's a threat you can understand, right? But who the hell thinks about running away from an extra hundred-degree day?\"
Newspaper Article
The persistence of bigotry, Western-style
\"My daughter told me that one,\" our waitress said, \"She heard it in school. Most of them, they're not that funny, but that one, I had to give her credit.\" The other waitress came over, warm and motherly. \"Why are they tearing up the Rose Garden at the White House?\" she asked, smiling. A beat, and then, \"Because they're putting in a watermelon patch.\" As we chatted about how her daughter is taking karate lessons and soccer, and as I told her about my son's interests and acted as though everything was normal, the implications sank in. What these two friendly waitresses didn't know is that my son is like [Barack Obama] - a \"mutt,\" because he's biracial. My 4-and-a-half-year-old, who dressed up as a dinosaur on Halloween and who can recite the names of continents and who just learned to play soccer this year, is halfIndian and half-white, and he's growing up in a place where some parents laugh and repeat the racism of their elementary school-age children, who in turn must have learned it from other parents.
Newspaper Article
THE TAMARISK HUNTER
[Travis] glances sidelong at Lolo and in that one suspicious uncertain look, Lolo sees that Travis has hit a lean patch. He's not smart like Lolo. He hasn't been reseeding. He's got no insurance. He hasn't been thinking ahead about all the competition, and what the tamarisk endgame looks like, and now he's feeling the pinch. Lolo feels a twinge of pity. He likes Travis. A part of him wants to tell Travis the secret, but he stifles the urge. The stakes are too high. Water crimes are serious now, so serious Lolo hasn't even told his wife, [Annie], for fear of what she'll say. Like all of the most shameful crimes, water theft is a private business, and at the scale Lolo works, forced labor on the Straw is the best punishment he can hope for. \"Yeah.\" Lolo says it slowly, but inside, he's grinning. A great weight is suddenly off him. They don't know. They don't know shit. It was a good plan when he started it, and it's a good plan still. Lolo schools his face to keep the glee off, and tries to listen to what [Hale]'s saying, but he can't, he's jumping up and down and gibbering like a monkey. They don't know Hale repeats himself. \"California's ending the water bounty. They've got enough Straw sections built up now that they don't need the program. They've got half the river enclosed. They got an agreement from the Department of Interior to focus their budget on seep and evaporation control. That's where all the big benefits are. They're shutting down the water bounty payout program.\" He pauses. \"I'm sorry, Lolo.\"
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