I was pleased to be informed today that the Hollywood Book Festival chose four of my books for awards and recognition! Endemic took first place in the science fiction category (just as it had at the New York Book Festival) while the This Plague of Days Omnibus won runner-up. The Night Man placed first in the genre category and Amid Mortal Words received honorable mention in sci-fi.
Writers work long hours in solitude and obscurity. Novelists toil away at keyboards making shit up, often not knowing where we’re going and doubting what we’re doing. Reviews and fan letters fuel our fervor. Recognition of our work by book contests gives a rare and wonderful boost.
We celebrated the wins with a feast of Chinese food. The shrimp har gow and sweet butter coconut buns were delicious.
Endemic has been entered into the Readers’ Favorite Awards. In addition to the entry, they review. This review bodes well for Endemic’s chances in the contest.
Robert Chazz Chute’s Endemic is a great piece of work. Robert had me hooked on his book, flipping through page after page to the end. This is a must-read for lovers of action-packed dystopian novels. The narration hinges on an unraveling tale of childhood trauma, family feuds, power, and ultimate survival. There is espionage, looting, hiding, running, fighting, guns, and so much more.
This intriguing plot unfolds through short, twisted, and succinct sentences. The choice of words gives the book a professional touch. The storyline has ingenious and mind-blowing plot twists. The depictions of the scenes were tremendously vivid and dramatic. The author shows the character traits and emotions of wonderfully developed characters impressively, forging a great sentimental depth through his words. This created a deep connection between me and Ovid the protagonist, feeling how wronged and left out she had been by the people around her just because she was different.
First off, many thanks for all the congratulations that flooded in for Endemic winning its category at the New York Book Festival. I treasured every note and email. I also discovered how often my posts and tweets are utterly ignored. Folks I hadn’t heard from in years popped up to say hi! That was nice. This is also your friendly reminder that I’m a scintillating delight all the time, not just when I win a literary award. (wink!)
Second, I have a fresh interview about Endemic over at Literary Titan. It’s about the demands of writing relatable apocalyptic fiction in the middle of a pandemic. There I was in my blanket fort, masked up and hypervigilant, washing groceries, and as paranoid as a squirrel on cocaine. What to do? What to do? Write the drama and trauma, of course!
An actual viral apocalypse was on like Donkey Kong. Bodies were filling freezer trucks outside my local hospital. In hindsight, it might have been cheerier to try a different genre. Sweet romance might have been easier to sell when readers were looking for a cheerier escape. However, the themes of Endemic run deep. Although I wrote a fictionalized bio of my criminal exploits in New York (Brooklyn in the Mean Time), it is Endemic that claims the prize of being my most personal book.
This week, I’m outside my comfort zone, away from the blanket fort, and working on an epic fantasy. Strictly speaking, this is a new genre to me. However, there are so many commonalities with the apocalyptic and dystopian genres that it’s definitely adjacent. The writing is coming easily. I have always enjoyed creating worlds, especially those with philosophical or theological complexity. Amid the action and chaos, there is the reaction to action and chaos. That’s where the tears and laughter can really flow.
As I sit in this cozy cottage (our first vacation in many years), I’m grateful my wife insisted we get away. For a while, someone else can worry about the broken clothes dryer and that funny noise the air conditioner makes. This week is just for us, and of course, filling up the blank page with suspenseful stories full of swords and mayhem.
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Endemic by Robert Chazz Chute follows Ovid Fairweather as she tries to navigate a world ravaged by a disease that turns people essentially braindead. As with any collapse of society, a power vacuum develops, and various individuals group together to seize that power….Can Ovid find a way to survive in a world that aims to take whatever she has left? And can she do it while reconciling with her troubled past?
Ovid endures a great deal in her past and present life. The author does a fantastic job incorporating her past experiences into the main plot points, thus keeping readers guessing and gasping as they read. I would be happy to read more from this setting, and its characters in the future, so here’s hoping there’s a sequel on the way soon.
Endemic is a suspenseful and thrilling science fiction novel with a dystopian twist. Readers will be drawn into the world that at times is almost too real and plausible and left with an eerie feeling of could this happen to me.
There is an apocalypse coming no one talks about. Try to guess which end of the world scenario I’m not writing about before you get to the end of this post.My books will help you with the process of elimination.
Endemic (coming soon) is a nerdy and neurotic person combatting sociopaths while trying to survive a viral apocalypse.
Citizen Second Class is about poverty and starvation amid a climate catastrophe and greed.
AFTER Life is about artificial intelligence weaponizing medical technology to take over the world.
This Plague of Days is a zombie apocalypse (and other species evolving to take over the world).
The Night Man is about PTSD, societal failure, family drama, war, poverty, and regret.
Wallflower is a time travel novel about second chances after a lot of bad decisions.
The Dimension War Series is a coming-of-age story amid a war story.
Amid Mortal Words is about the loss of control and taking chances on a better future.
Brooklyn in the Mean Time is about vengeance, absolution, and redemption.
Robot Planet is about technological revolution and failure versus the human spirit.
The Hit Man Series is about violence, vengeance, and escape amid a broken America.
All Empires Fall is an anthology of five end-of-the-world stories and the common denominator is dealing with other people while everything falls apart.
Have you guessed the missing apocalypse yet?
Climate wars are a big deal, but I touched on that in Citizen Second Class. We could talk about the Misinformation War or new civil war scenarios, but Endemic has that covered. I dealt with extinction by killer asteroid in All Empires Fall. If you guessed the nuclear threat, Amid Mortal Words has that, too. You might have guessed the looming threat of antibiotic resistance. But, no, I’m thinking of something utterly devastating to the future of humanity. It’s close and almost no one ever talks about even beginning to deal with this extinction-level event.
The apocalypse that haunts me is this: In 60 years, Earth will have insufficient viable topsoil to grow 95% of all crops.
Read that last sentence again and ponder its significance. My kids will be alive for this. Coffee, bananas, and almonds will disappear first. Then everything else.
Sixty years and we aren’t dealing with the threat. There are no massive contingency plans. Unless helpful aliens are waiting to swoop in, no one is coming to rescue us.We’ll probably run out of soil before we run out of usable water, but it feels like it’s all a race to the end, doesn’t it?
So…call me Mr. Sunshine and read my books now, while you still can.
COMING THIS MONTH!
What happens when a pandemic never ends? Find out in Endemic.
Neurotic and nerdy, former book editor Ovid Fairweather is trapped in New York as everything falls apart.
All her life, she’s been a nail. To survive the viral apocalypse, she’ll have to become a hammer.
Don’t believe COVID-19 is a zombie pandemic? Please consider the tropes of the zombie genre:
Zombies represent a force of nature, indifferent to your pain, suffering, and death.
As the contagion spreads, many people are in denial at first. “This can’t be real. It’s a hoax!”
Scientists who warned of the looming disaster are not believed.
Then, “It’s a plot!”
“It’s not my problem until the infection comes for me.”
Normal life as we know it is over, yet some try to pretend otherwise.
Two tribes: “Working together, we can save more people,” versus “I take care of me and mine.”
Traveling large distances is suddenly a huge challenge.
Healthcare systems become overwhelmed and economies collapse.
Though the virus can infect everyone and anyone, the privileged try to cling to their privilege.
Riots. When the rich do it, it’s called scavenging for survival. When the poor do it, it’s called looting.
People with power and/or authority abuse others.
People who were previously undervalued are suddenly prized for their survival skills.
People without useful expertise experience a sudden plummet in their self-esteem and question their role and identity in these new, dire circumstances.
Many hoard and hide, determined to wait it out “until this thing blows over.” (But it doesn’t blow over unless you’re watching Shawn of the Dead.)
Some turn to religion, others to drugs. Coping styles vary widely. Some don’t cope at all and hurt themselves and others.
Weapons, weapons everywhere.
Bored and frustrated, some act out in very unhelpful ways.
Governments respond too little, too late, or not at all while reassuring their frightened citizenry that everything’s going to be okay.
The dead we know personally are mourned. We become numb to the huge statistics of the butcher’s bill.
People try to hold on to normalcy, focus on minutiae, and cry in private.
Some infected deny they’re infected, endangering the rest of their group.
With no end in sight, depression and anxiety are heightened while we put on a brave face for the benefit of children.
Some vocal and angry slice of the populace is pissed off at Nature but instead aim their rage at the brilliant virologist who is trying to save them.
Conspiracy theories, conjecture, and rumors replace the news media.
Some take change as a chance at a reset, aspiring to change the world for the better.
Others, looking backward through a rose-colored lens, reject the fresh start, wanting nothing more than to get back to their routines as they were.
People value their units more, whether that unit is family, friends, or loyal connections.
Some regret what they didn’t do with their lives. Others find new meaning in rising to meet the challenges of their new circumstances.
Years ago, someone on a Facebook webinar dismissed me as “just one of those zombie writers.”
Three things about that bit of dickishness:
First, neener-neener-poo-poo. I’m not “just” anything, balloon head. Read a little more and a little deeper and toss your assumptions in the trash. This Plague of Days is the slow burn that strikes at the heart of our highest hopes and our greatest failings when confronting a pandemic. AFTER Lifeis packed with fast-paced action and still digs deep into the choices we make and what it means to be human. There’s more going on here than meets the eye, dumbass.
Second, z-lit can serve as a rich metaphor for Nature, uncaring and brutal as it can be. Infection and contagion are unrelenting existential threats, and they are always with us. Life and its mortal limits are the constant subtexts of the human condition. World pandemics elevate those threats so they are no longer subtextual. Unless you’re reading this post from New Zealand, you’re soaking in a zombie apocalypse scenario right now. (See above.)
Third, zombie novels are not about zombies. It’s the human response to existential threats that makes the drama. How we respond to stress, whether we help or hurt, die with grace or go out in pain and regret…these are all human stories in which thoughtlessness kills, cowards are exposed, and heroes rise.
So, what’s it going to be today?
Will you bravely and carefully venture out into the Badlands to beyond your walls in search of food? Will you shelter in place and act in the spirit of kindness to comfort others to ease our collective burdens? Or are you going to be a selfish superspreader who goes out without a mask to spread disease and add to the suffering, death, and mayhem?
Hint: In fiction and in real life, things often do not end well for the cowards and malicious disease spreaders. Choose wisely and wear a damn mask. After all, if you’re an unthinking, unfeeling creature who lacks empathy and forethought, you’re already a zombie.
