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Time traveler Orson Welles leaves our present day for the 1930's and has the career that today we know him by. But how come we don't remember him broadcasting in Manhattan in 2018? And how else has history changed that we've lost track of? And why don't we call this place New York City any longer? The year is 1641. The Dutch Republic has claimed the Hudson, inventing wampum as currency for the beaver trade. Market forces unleash the dark side of the fearsome Five Nations of the Iroquois. The forest explodes, depopulating the Ohio Valley. Amid the mayhem, one certain murder, one very particular…mehr

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Time traveler Orson Welles leaves our present day for the 1930's and has the career that today we know him by. But how come we don't remember him broadcasting in Manhattan in 2018? And how else has history changed that we've lost track of? And why don't we call this place New York City any longer? The year is 1641. The Dutch Republic has claimed the Hudson, inventing wampum as currency for the beaver trade. Market forces unleash the dark side of the fearsome Five Nations of the Iroquois. The forest explodes, depopulating the Ohio Valley. Amid the mayhem, one certain murder, one very particular murder, cosseted among the various brittle parchments at the New York Historical Society, is interrupted. Because of this, we soon will not call this place New York City any longer. July 4th 1939 celebrated storyteller Orson Welles reconstructs events for the Associated Press with a frame tale of Manhattan, melding ages past with those to come, a synergy of voice and concept braiding the method of Poe with those of Heinlein and Phillip K Dick. In a few days, the statue on the plaza will depict someone else besides the general who shelled Atlanta. New York City's historical record of 1641 tells us of a Weckquaesgeek's murder of revenge at Turtle Bay on Dutch Manhatta. Somehow, the Indian must be allowed his murder and the Dutchman Switts must die.


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A note to Kennedy's readers: "Like many of you, in former times I thought of myself as not merely awake, but vibrantly awake. I was wrong. Beginning in 2019 and connecting the dots as consciousness is wont to do, I began my Red-Pill experience. Recently, and to my amazement, I see that the writing of three of my novels was channeled experience. 'Mali' turns out to be a story of the Deep State. It was always, from the start, a story of the illusion of free will. 'Taggart' turns out to be a story of Trans-Humanism. And 'All Our Yesterdays' turns out to have been an unconscious metaphor of the inner sanctum of the Cabal and its malign design upon mankind. I have long known that my stories find me (and not the other way around). Two attempts at designing a story have both resulted in ten-thousand-word dead ends. I quote from Aeschylus (his work 'Agamemnon'): 'Pain, which cannot forget, even in our sleep, falls drop by drop upon the heart, until, in our despair, and against our will, comes wisdom by the awful grace of God.' And we remember that 'grace' is an unmerited consolation. Finally, I see that my 'message to the publishing world' (final paragraph below) recognized the sad fact that agents & editors have betrayed their intrinsic debt to western civilization and consciously work in thrall to the dark side. One should keep in mind that the root word for 'inspiration' is 'spirit' and so must ever remain experience beyond the five senses. I have always written about those things that you know, but do not know you know."

On a lighter note: "It is not too late to fall in love with language. You've just needed characters you wish you knew. I wish there were drawings, pictures, and maps in novels and short stories. Don't you? In the novel 'Mali,' a picture begins every chapter. So also, in these two anthologies. All in support of the magical movie in your mind. Go ahead and venture, 'It's showtime!'"

Indianapolis author Mike Kennedy described by Trident Media Group, saying: "Kennedy has a way with words. Readers attracted to Hemingway and Mailer will love Season of Many Thirsts [A novel brought to E-Books under the original title: REPORT FROM MALI]." Publisher Alfred A. Knopf says of the manuscript: "This is a potentially important and significant novel on many levels, including formally." Little, Brown says of the novel: "Our admiration for its ambition and the energy and high-octane force it applies toward these engrossing geopol...