Michael Robertson - Crash

This is a revised authors note for the updated version of Crash. Ive left the original note below.

Some of the feedback Ive received for Crash is about the lack of hope in this story, which is valid. Its not that Crash as a series has no shining light, but by judging it simply on book one, its easy to make that assumption. With this feedback in mind, Ive decided to include an epilogue. I always had this scene planned but didnt know if I should include it in book one.

Also, I wanted to explain why Ive written Crash. I like dark fiction and frequently write horror and dystopian sci-fi, but Crash is much more graphic than my usual style. There are a couple of reasons as to why I chose to make it this way. Firstly, the main instigator of the violence in this book is insane. While his grievances are rational, his actions are certainly not.

Secondly, the aggression is a reflection of the venom currently aimed at the most disadvantaged in UK society. The people labelled as benefit scum, chavs, a drain on the system The current trend in the media is to blame these people for the state of the country. While this is happening, those actually responsible for the global recession are walking away with huge bonuses and getting tax breaks from our government. Theyve committed corporate crime on a massive scale and the capitalist system pats them on the back for it.

Crash looks at how someone who may have felt helpless and wrongly accused, reacts when the rules change and suddenly there are no consequences for crime. It also takes the venom aimed at those on welfare, and turns it back on the group of people perceived to be the ones making the judgment of them. I say perceived because I dont believe the identity attached to a group of people is necessarily a reflection of the individuals within that group.

Looking at social constructions like economies and the interconnected nature of our globalized world, Crash questions if money could ever be rejected by the people it oppresses. If a system benefits the few over the many, at what point will there be a revolution? Could the actions of a small country like Greece destroy the worlds greatest system of oppression?

Thinking of how to portray a dysfunctional society where there are no rules, I looked at both war, and at places like The Democratic Republic of Congo. I am deeply affected by whats happening there, as Im sure anyone who knows about the situation is. If youre looking for the apocalypse, its real and its there. 5.4 million people have died in The DRC since 1998, and that figures still rising. The violence in Crash is toned down compared to whats happening in that part of the world.

Some may perceive this book as mindless and gratuitous, and thats their right. Im not here to change peoples opinions, more to explain why Ive written Crash.

Crash is a horror story. To me, the most horrifying events in life are real and happening daily.

I love novellas, and some of my favorite stories have been told in this way. The Body by Stephen King, which was made into Stand by Me, and I am Legend by Richard Matheson, which inspired George Romeros Trilogy of the Dead, are two that instantly spring to mind. I also find that I have a lot of ideas that dont work as full-length novels but are too long for a short story. After having written Crash, I didnt really know what to do with it. I was happy with the story, I was happy with the pacing, I was happy with the ending, but I knew that it wouldnt find a home with a traditional publisher because of the length. This is where ebooks come in. Now I can put out a thirty-thousand-word story and let the market decide if it has a place. The digital revolution has opened up a free market economy in many industries from the music business to the comic industry, to prose work. The consumer decides, not the agent or publisher. I think this is how it should be, and I love how this has changed my life as a writer.

Crash is inspired by the global recession and the notion that a social construct can have such a worldwide impact. What if money became worthless overnight? What would that do to the one percent? What would that do to the ninety-nine percent? What would that do to the poorest in society, who in the UK are the ones being blamed for all of the problems? Go figure.

Crash is book one in a series of at least eight books. I have other ideas for different series of books, and they will make it online as time permits. Crash is the first step of many.

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No matter how old Michael got, when he cried in Chris arms, he became that red-faced screaming baby in the delivery ward again, and Chris instinct to protect him burned as brightly as it ever had.

Shivering by the slightly ajar window, the heating having been cut off months before, the eight-year-old boy looked at his father. He wore a mask of grief that twisted his dirty face. Why, Dad? He mewled. Why did they do it? Why did they leave us?

After running a hand through his thick and, at forty-two, prematurely white hair, Chris pulled his son closer, not only to comfort Michael but also himself. I dont know why your mum chose to leave with your sister. Things are quite a mess at the moment, and maybe she was worried that they wouldnt get any better.

Big innocent blue eyes stared up at Chris, searching for the truth as the boy asked, But things will get better, wont they? They have to.

Chris swallowed and looked around the room. They were in the guest bedroom. Theyd chosen it because it was small and therefore easier to keep warm. With no gas and electricity, they had to resort to smothering themselves with as much bedding and blankets as they could find. They had so many dirty sheets on the floor that it was impossible to see the blue carpet beneath. The thick red velvet curtains were permanently drawn to combat the chill emanating from the windows, but they blocked out most of the light, making the gloomy room a breeding ground for depression. The entire wardrobe of each family member sat in the corner in one huge pile like a compost heap. When Chris drew a deep breath that reeked of mildew, he told his son what he believed to be a lie. Yes, Michael, they will.

What if they dont?

Chris knew that Michael could see straight through him. Hed have given every drop of blood and his final breath to give his son a guarantee that things would get better. But he couldnt. They currently existed in a world without precedent. Life was now a desperate struggle. Looking at the small, dirty boy in his arms, he had to swallow the lump rising in his throat and blink away his tears. All I can really promise you he coughed to clear his throat, is that I will do my best to look after you. I will do everything in my power to Before he could finish, a loud crash exploded outside.

In the past, Chris would have rushed to the window if hed heard such a disturbance. Now he was much more cautious because get off my land didnt quite cut it anymore. He pulled the curtain back slightly and peered out.