Fletcher's Day E-Book

John Tunner

• Herausgeber: Youcanprint
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

The show must go on it's just your stupid illusion ... These are the words of the protagonist of the John Tunner's last novel. In Fletcher's Day he mixed in a masterly fashion history, religion, symbols, and emotions. In this compelling novel Fletcher Cusack is the protagonist of an adventure that takes place mainly in a New York chaotic and full of light, seductive and tempting; The New York show business, apparently cynical and ruthless, where everything is a product to sell, but capable of many surprises. The story begins and draws inspiration from one of the most complex and abysmal masterpieces of literature of all time: the Bible. Fletcher will fight against a terrible opponent, the nature of man, and will face his enemy always among television shows, magic and ominous. Deeper in the folds of the plots drawn from the obscure Sheldon Blackwell, officially judge at the Federal Court of New York, Fletcher will run its course in search of answers, and must decide who to trust ... before the world changes irrevocably. One thing is certain, Fletcher's Day is a book we will deal with our deepest fears.

Leseprobe

Summary

Ecce Fletcher

And Light turned to darkness

A reconnaissance on the East River

‘Impossible Feat’

Allyson Parker

Along 5th Avenue

Your Honour Sheldon Blackwell

Meeting Michael

The Enemy of Man

Terrible Mark Roman

The Debut

On the set of Impossible Feat

Fletcher and Allyson

The Pyramid

C. O. L. and his followers

The Pyramid (part two)

Reeva Kins

At the City University of New York

Life and Death

Seconds Out

Fletcher’s Day

The syndrome of anger

Taken to Sing Sing

In the offices of the District Attorney

A conversation with C.O.L.

Davis & Staedler

A delirious night on the Upper East Side

Mason Staedler

Pontius P. Blackwell

- The day that changed the destiny of the world -

The execution

Judgment Day

The Wave

Heaven and earth

The First Lady’s video conference

Last views of Central Park

To Alison

Ecce Fletcher

It was 1933 when Evil took possession of the body and mind of a would-be Austrian painter by the name of Adolf Hitler.

The Dark Forces that instilled the fatal words he used to bring about 40 million deaths and untold suffering to humanity did not achieve, however, the culmination of their ambition: to reduce the world to ashes. The world was spared that horrible fate by the merciful hand of God, the Father Almighty, albeit after a confrontation with the Enemy of Man that lasted twelve long years.

The reasons behind that deadly ideology have been a mystery to me all through my life, and still remain as such. A concept, however, has always been clear in my mind: if good and evil stand as equals on this Earth, to those nefarious actions commissioned by the Prince of Darkness, it had to be possible to oppose a project of Universal Love, a force of equal capacity and intensity.

However, an incontrovertible stonewall of logic stood between me and my illusion of healing that horrible wound inflicted on all of humanity: to give back life to millions of people... how? The miracle of Lazarus repeated to the Nth degree. Who could ever achieve it? What were my chances of achieving this aim? To reverse that holocaust would entail enacting "the good deed of all good deeds". I would have to find the ultimate cure for cancer or make sea water drinkable, but, alas, I was neither a researcher nor a scientist. Still, my culture, rooted in the classics, along with the gift of writing given to me by God, allowed me to move into a single, obvious direction: to write. Writing, of course! But what? I could not give life, let alone save lives, but the souls? Perhaps the souls, yes. I could make an attempt. Life is a gift from God, yes! It is invaluable, albeit of limited duration. But the soul? Does not the soul last forever? So why not give it a try?

To create and spread the greatest message in favour of Universal Salvation that human mind could ever conceive. 40 million, 400 million, 4 billion souls… the heart of all the readers of the world could open up to that of their neighbours, in order to heal, to unite, to share, in order to sacrifice their own selfish interests in favour of altruism and community well-being. To bring about a place where to lay the foundations of a new world, based on an ideology of Pure Love, a bright place to shine in its own light, to turn the will of man towards the immortal and eternal Word of God.

FLETCHER’S DAY

by

JOHN TUNNER

And Light turned to darkness

What His thoughts were, as He waited enclosed within the cold walls of the cell, is sheer guesswork.

Nothing more than a recess in the rock face, six-by-six foot. A dark and stinking gut that must have trapped hundreds of poor souls whose only crime was that of having stood up to the glory of Rome, or, simply, not to have sung its praise with sufficient ardour.

He had the look and face of one who still can’t grasp that lots were drawn, and the end was fast approaching.

He sat on a rock step, head bent low, eyes fixed on the rock floor. There were no forthcoming answers to His many questions.

His light blue eyes, brimming with a strong and embracing Light, stared into the void. The lament of His Mother still rang in His ears, a burst of grief at the chilling uttering of Pilate. A shriek that now burnt into His chest, sharper than the tips of a thousand spears. He still wore the brown cloth tunic and the leather sandals they had taken Him away in, and a bristly and unkept beard made Him look even more resigned than during the terrible days of the trial.

He had lived through thirty-three years under the cast of a dark foreboding, of the hushed murmurings of those who would not tolerate His Words, Words uttered by a good man with no sin, who only spread joy and goodwill, living in poverty and curing the sick, and who asked for nothing in return but Love for the Father and a life of prayer. But He would never have expected that terrible fate, never imagined that one day those terrible words would be spoken out: “Sentenced to death by crucifixion!”.

His thoughts wondered back to the last supper He shared with His beloved disciples. Faces that had smiled and unceasingly believed in Him along the years. Faithful and devoted companions, friends from whom He would soon take His leave after the short span of this life.

How long a wait before He could embrace them once again in the next!