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Fraser Small's new "E" is a great young adult post-apocalyptic story with a surprising twist!

Synopsis

Alex woke to find that her mum was gone. It wasn’t a wholly new experience, sometimes she just needed to get away from it all. But Alex immediately knew today was different. The white noise of London that had plagued her constantly, was gone too.

She opened the front door to a new world. One without humans; no bodies, no zombies, no remnants of a speedy evacuation. No battle had taken place, no virus had been released. Everyone was just gone. What remained was a world healing without humans, nature starting to find its balance again.

No one came to get her. So started her adventure into the unknown; the constant physical and mental fight to survive in a world that neither needed nor wanted her. A life in which she could do anything she wanted but always alone.

Through trial and error, she learnt to survive and accept her new circumstances. Finding a book in her dad’s old backpack, her mind opened up by an author berating the human species, foreseeing a time when humans got their comeuppance.

Will Alexandra E. Monroe find a reason to live in such a world before the hope disappears, like everything did?

E is a great new young adult post-apocalyptic story with a surprising twist. It follows the main character, E, over a three year period starting when she’s a young 13-year-old to just after her 16th birthday. I thought the author did a great job portraying her as a typical but sheltered teen as she goes through so many stages of loss, grief, and other emotions all on her own. Of course, she changes over the course of the book under the weight of this loss and apocalyptic event, and she uses what talents she has to survive when everyone she knows and loves goes missing. I liked how she went to the local library to research how to do whatever she needed to have done. I liked that the author chose for her to have a hearing impairment, which emphasized how London’s ambient sounds changed so drastically with the removal of human activity.


The action is set in London and the surrounding areas, and I enjoyed the incorporation of recognizable places and things in the story. Even small things like the inclusion of the Oyster card for the turnstiles made this more realistic. Seeing what happens to these known places has its own poignancy.


Because there are no people for E to interact with, the author relies on flashbacks and a series of notes from her fun-loving Uncle Robert to skillfully move the story forward. Animals take on a significant role in E’s new reality. As I read, I couldn’t help but compare what was going on with E emotionally to how people are reacting to the current COVID-19 safeguards, many of whom have found themselves in isolated circumstances, or at least with much-reduced contact with friends, family, or coworkers. As E mentions in the book, her ability to deal with her total lack of others may have been her strength, she was singularly prepared to survive this better than anyone she knew due to her isolation from schoolmates as a child with a disability.


I highly recommend E by Fraser Small to readers of young adult post-apocalyptic fiction. It is well-written, easy-to-read, and held my attention until the very last page. Although I didn’t agree with every choice the main character made, I certainly understood and rooted for her every exciting step of the way. There is a twist to this story, unlike similar stories I’ve read, and it adds to the enormity of the story’s vast unknown. 

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I love to read and hook up others with books that they might enjoy. I like genre fiction with a weakness for cozies, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, and westerns. My professional background is in law enforcement, fire, water, and environmental education. I have basset hounds and ham radio is a hobby.

Synopsis

Alex woke to find that her mum was gone. It wasn’t a wholly new experience, sometimes she just needed to get away from it all. But Alex immediately knew today was different. The white noise of London that had plagued her constantly, was gone too.

She opened the front door to a new world. One without humans; no bodies, no zombies, no remnants of a speedy evacuation. No battle had taken place, no virus had been released. Everyone was just gone. What remained was a world healing without humans, nature starting to find its balance again.

No one came to get her. So started her adventure into the unknown; the constant physical and mental fight to survive in a world that neither needed nor wanted her. A life in which she could do anything she wanted but always alone.

Through trial and error, she learnt to survive and accept her new circumstances. Finding a book in her dad’s old backpack, her mind opened up by an author berating the human species, foreseeing a time when humans got their comeuppance.

Will Alexandra E. Monroe find a reason to live in such a world before the hope disappears, like everything did?


1066 days after ‘Evacuation’


Alexandra E. Monroe sat scrunched up in her wingback chair, staring intently at the words in her book, but taking little in. As had become routine on the days when she didn’t venture outside, Alex hadn’t bothered to change from her pyjamas and had just drifted around the flat, allowing the numbness of her existence to consume her. Laziness was not a virtue she’d aspired to when she was younger, but she’d long since succumbed to the inevitability of it. The endless repetition of life no longer tested her resolve like it used to. Being cut off from the emotion and stimuli of a world she barely remembered had resulted in her brain closing down those functions it no longer needed. 

         Alex had no idea what time she’d got out of bed that morning, or when she’d last eaten. She had no recollection of the DVD she’d been watching earlier in the day, or how long she’d been staring out the window at the vast, motionless city sprawled beyond her flat. A single pane of glass was all that protected her from the slaughtered innocents that now lay on the pavement outside, but such knowledge didn’t concern her.

         Out of necessity, Alex had become like the father she kind of remembered, jotting anything important down on lists and ticking them off as she went along. Hundreds of used Post-it notes now circled her chair like ripples on a pond, jostling for position with mouldy plates, DVD boxes, books, food wrappers, clothes and chess pieces. Everything, including herself, was bathed in a layer of dust or dirt, a shallow film of despair.

          She didn’t question it—Alex didn’t question anything anymore. She barely managed an original thought these days, focusing only on the prison walls she had placed around herself. They stood unsympathetic to her suffering and closed in a little bit more each day. 

There was no beauty in her world, no longing to find out what had happened—just the reality of living it. The bleak emptiness of her existence was perhaps a way of atoning for past sins. Whose sins, she didn’t know. After all, she’d been only thirteen when ‘it’ happened; surely too young to anger the gods enough to punish her like this.

         Through it all, one detail never escaped her consciousness. Soon she would be able to say goodbye to another 24 hours of her young life; frittered away, one monochrome day dissolving into the next, a rhythmic but never-ending procession of nothingness.

         Something caught the corner of her eye. She glanced up, an expert in telling the time by the shades of light on the walls, walls that had once been pristine but were now jaundiced. An afternoon shadow, nothing more. She returned to the distraction of her book. It would be a few more hours before she could go to bed and swim back into the unconscious warmth of family, friends and hope.


         There is no doubt that Alex could have made more of her circumstances. It was, after all, a future she’d sometimes prayed for in what she now thought of as her first life. Her uncle used to say, ‘the world is your oyster’ and now it truly was. There was nothing holding her back from doing anything she wanted; no rules, no school, no grumpy adults to get in the way. It had been nearly three years since she’d woken up on that sunny May morning to find that her life had been ripped away with no explanation at all—the day she called Evacuation Day—the day that everyone she loved had left her.  

         16B Telassar Road, Notting Hill, wasn’t the most glamorous address Alex could have chosen, knowing the whole of London was at her disposal. It was an ordinary flat, not huge, but convenient, warm and safe. The living room was the centre of her universe. She spent nearly every hour of daylight surrounded by those four walls, a large old slate fireplace and creaky wooden floors. A mahogany bookcase lined one length of the room with hundreds of books, each systematically arranged. A three-piece Hanover couch hugged the opposite wall, the kind that might offer solace to an ill child or perhaps a dad who’d had a little too much to drink the night before. The 60-inch flat screen TV no longer worked of course, but she didn’t care enough to throw it out. Instead, a small battery-powered portable DVD player took pride of place, waiting patiently for her to load another Friends disk. Binge-watching had been the drug of choice in her first life: Netflix, YouTube, Instagram stories. Nothing had changed in that respect, only the options available to her. There were still thousands of DVDs to choose from in the Amazon Fulfilment Centre at Wembley, but when those were gone, that would be it. No more would ever be made.

         Darkness was fast approaching. Prising herself up from the chair, the bare skin on her back popped as it peeled away from the leather upholstery. Yanking her pyjama bottoms up a little and tightening the knot, she moved around the living room, turning on a procession of camping lamps and torches, bypassing a small side table that harboured a column of photo frames, all face down. A small, jagged, rib bone lay on top of them, as if guarding her against their intended purpose, a cruel reminder of someone else’s memories once saved for posterity. 

         She caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror and saw patches of eczema on her chest and deep-set shadows under her green eyes. She bore partly healed scars on her freckled cheeks, dried blood on her pyjama sleeves, food stains down her front and fingernails chewed down to the quick. She flicked her hair from one side to the other and posed.

         “Looking choice today, Ms Monroe,” she said out loud. 

         “Well thank you very much, I try my best.”

         “Is that Chanel’s 2024 pyjama collection you’re wearing?”

         “Marks and Spencer’s actually.”

         The camping lamp in the kitchen hissed to life. Neatly stacked along the kitchen counter were the spoils of the previous week’s ration run: cans of soups and stews, white rice, super noodles, cereal boxes, protein shakes, Bovril, jars of honey, vitamin capsules, beef jerky and mini gas canisters. Ration runs were the only part of her existence that she took seriously. If she was going to kill herself at some point—which had to be the inevitable outcome—starving herself to death was not on her list of ‘Top Five Ways to Go’. Way too painful and far too slow. 

         What shall we have tonight, she wondered, chicken broth, lentil, pea and ham or…? 

         “Heinz Tomato soup it is,” she declared, “Six spoons of sugary goodness in every tin.” 

         That would be the eleventh night in a row but still nowhere near her record. Alex had never really cared for food. Even when fresh food had been readily available, she had still preferred quick and easy; carbs and sweets. Maybe all kids were like that. 

         Grabbing three empty tins and a half-eaten bowl of cereal from the table, Alex lifted up the back window and threw them out into the garden below. There was little point in wasting water on washing anything up, and there obviously wasn’t a trash service anymore, so out they went. 

         As she waited for the soup to heat, she sat and stared out the window into the night. Notting Hill is in the centre of London, but she could have been anywhere: the Sahara Desert, Alice Springs, the North Pole or even Mars and the view would have been the same. Pure, uncorrupted blackness. That more than nine million people had lived out there just three years ago seemed impossible. She turned off the camping lamp and her eyes slowly adjusted. Stars appeared, punctuating the darkness. In the early days of being alone, the night sky had brought her some hope. There was movement up there, dots that looked like planes flying a direct course overhead, feeding her naïve belief that people living on some other part of the planet were looking for survivors. Surely it was just a matter of time before they’d come to save her. But the Notting Hill Library, her only solace outside of home, had taught her that those ‘planes’ were satellites, unmanned drones destined to live out the rest of their lives circling an unresponsive world. The realisation had crushed her, but it had been another important step in accepting her fate.

         A loud noise from the street shattered the silence. Alex didn’t panic. She didn’t grab a samurai sword or shotgun to protect herself. She didn’t rush down to bolt the front door or check the booby traps. Shecalmly poured out her soup into an HSBC mug and sauntered back through to the living room. 

         Whoever’s turn it was to die tonight, she hoped it would be quick and merciful.

About the author

Fraser Small works in the Netherlands as a TV,VR,AR concept creator. He has previously been the Director of International Marketing at Endemol International, and Director of Development at Sony Pictures Television. He is also the street artist Small Fry. view profile

Published on May 20, 2020

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Contains explicit content ⚠️

Genre: Dystopian

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