Grandma Wright had once talked about things that existed back then - big wheels at the amusement park, elevators, matchboxes - but those were just things. She wanted to learn about people, about the places she had seen, but now it was too late. Her lips formed only silence. One night Grandma fell asleep in a cheap hotel in the Western Islands and when she woke up in the morning, the world was over. Since then, she had been living in the southern region of Karantina, in a time between civilizations, in a place where power was ignored...
A haunting vision of a post-nuclear world. A completely tangible world intertwined with scientific imagination - a book written in poetic and harsh language, hallucinatory yet very specific. Johnson proves that he possesses the art of language and can move comfortably between poetic and prose discourse.