joss sheldon

Review of ‘Money. Power. Love.’

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Money. Power. Love by Joss Sheldon is a tale of three men; born seconds apart, but divided by tragedy, Mayer, Hugo, and Archibald share thoughts and desires, and fall in love with the same woman, at the same time, but, though united by nature, they are divided by their different upbringings.
Written in Sheldon’s somewhat disjointed style, this is a historical tale; the story of how bankers controlled the world’s economy in the 19th century, forcing the government and military to do their bidding in the quest for even greater profits; and a love story; of how three men, alike, but at the same time, vastly different, deal with their desire for the same woman.
Flowing back and forth in their disparate lives, the reader is taken on a ‘fantabulous’ journey into the past through the eyes of characters right out of a Dickens’ tale. A unique take on world history that will delight.
I received a free copy of this book, and I give it four stars. If you like your fiction light, but at the same time, profound, get a copy as soon as it’s released.

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Review of ‘The Little Voice’

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Little Yew Shodkin had always had the little ‘being’ inside his head, but it never spoke to him until he turned six, and then his ‘egot’ encouraged him to act out in ways that those around him viewed as anti-social. Punished for his bad behavior, Yew listened less and less to his egot until, finally, it withered away. He then went on to become a well-adjusted, but not totally happy, member of society until one day, in adulthood, he snapped.

The Little Voice by Joss Sheldon, like its main character, Yew, refuses to be pigeon-holed. For want of a better term, perhaps it’s okay to describe it as experimental fiction. Actually, though, it’s whatever the reader wants it to be. It’s a story about conformity, about how society and its demands can suck the creativity right out of an individual until there’s nothing left but a dried out husk, or, like the egot, we wither away and die.

The story doesn’t seem to be going anywhere at first; just a series of incidents where Yew engages in increasingly bizarre behavior and ends up in therapy. We’re then treated to scenes of Yew learning to adapt to keep the pressure off, and the angst he endures because of his adaptation.

In the end, after Yew finally snaps, he takes a completely unexpected turn—I won’t spoil the book by telling you what—but, the reader is left to wonder if he recovered what he lost.

An interesting voice in the forest of today’s fiction, and a recommended read.

I received a free copy of this book.

I give it four stars.