Tuesday, October 9, 2018
Book Review: 'Prime Infinity' by Ricky Dragoni
“When a human being dies their life energy escapes their corporeal form.”
Puerto Rican born Ricky Dragoni moved to Iowa and writes form there at present. He has been writing poetry and short stories since his youthful days and has published four novels to date – PRIME INFINITY, RIPPLES, THE SWIFT, and THE ANGEL OF A MADMAN. As he states, ‘’My books are born out of the nightmares of my mind and are then melded with my life experiences. I would describe my books as reality sprinkled with a good magical dose of faerie dust, written Surrealism in other words.’
Ricky has that special gift of ferreting out contemporary challenges that at the moment are in the formative stages – IT, technology, medical science, global politics, military maneuvers, reincarnation – and create a story that may be classified as science fiction today, but what about tomorrow – or the near future? That is why he succeeds; take the incredible and make it real for the duration of his story.
The universal desire to have endless life pervades this mystery and the evidence of altered reaction is present as the book opens – ‘With a gasp I sat up. My lungs felt like they had never held such an amount of air. I sat on a bed in a small room. I did not know how I got there, where I was or for that matter when I was. My vision swam from sitting up too fast but after a few breaths everything started to come into focus. For some reason my right hand was being held by two pale delicate hands. As I followed the hands up the arms attached to them was an explosion of freckles and fiery red hair. She looked at me with great kindness and concern. The warmth in her eyes and the joy of my awakening showed me that I must mean something to her, something special. She smiled at me as her eyes watered. In a sweet and gentle voiced she asked “how do you feel baby?” Judging by her age and my apparent size I was not her son. So I must be her...? Significant other? Husband? Bf? Lover? Something in that boat. She asked once more but before I could reply, “We must move”, said a deep manly voice with the sing song accent of the Caribbean. “Give him a minute!” said the beautiful redhead still attached to my right hand. “He is right, we must move” this time it was a female voice with a thick German accent. I had to look over at this cacophony of accents coming from my left; next to a door stood the two sentries. The man was peeking through outdated curtains out the window. He stood, arms exposed, muscles rippling out of his skin. He wore a tight athletic shirt and even under the tight garment his muscles pushed through as if trying to burst out of the shirt. A machine gun of some sort was being wielded in his hands using the tip of it to separate the curtains from the wall as he peaked outside.’
The situation described is explained in the fine little synopsis: ‘A miracle of science and medicine is achieved by Dr. Vincent Rivera in the development of Reincarbonation. His desperate attempts to save a child leapfrog science forward, but spell the beginning of mankind's demise. Death becomes optional as Reincarbonation transplants a patient's old soul into a new, healthy cloned body. The success of the operation leads to a worldwide cry for help creating the desperate need for funding. Vanity steps in and the desire of the rich to be young again provides the needed funds. Eventually Reincarbonation is militarized which starts the beginning of the end. What was started by the altruistic Dr. Rivera soon becomes the ruling corporation in the world, "The Board", who seizes control over all the re-soldiers - along with every nation on the globe. A resistance is born in hopes of overthrowing "The Board". Enlisting the help of Dr. Rivera, who is afflicted with nightmares and flashbacks as he fights with the rebellious group to overthrow "The Board", the truth slowly unravels as the rebels makes one final, desperate attempt to bring the world back to sanity.’
Having read all four of Ricky’s books it is easy to repeat - This is a little miracle of a book, one that defies categorization, but one that indeed satisfies on every level. Watch this fine young writer grow.
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