It's the earliest lickings of the twenty-first century, before technology had overwhelmed the people, had not co-opted them into vast zombie arrays, struck dumb gawping into screens getting angry, dunning downvotes whilst fending off too many ads shouting about fat stomachs and new cars.
Where was I?
Oh yeah the book. We're in small town Meltoon, population one smartphone per thousand. A simpler time, with complicated people acting like simpletons, to be stupefied by their governing harlots and shiftless cunners known in the profession as sitting members, representatives of a local council.
A cunner is a type of fish and I was trying to sound smart making 'cunning' into a person - a cunner. Know what? Don't care. Keeping it fish.
Frank Fullings is the mayor and he's having one hell of a season grappling commitments. Then his brother shows up in a nearby town after many years absence and we all know what that means : instant hatred. Family, after all.
