It's Not the End of the World

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It’s Not the End of the World is a gonzo queer dystopic thriller. Jonathan Parks-Ramage explodes sentimental genre conventions with shoot-em-up style, satirical verve, and an exuberant view of the end. A head-spinning sendup of our current catastrophe — bursting with gory guts but also deadly serious about trust, lust, and other complexities of human connection. Scarily prescient, outrageously funny, and utterly original, It’s Not the End of the World has officially made “baby shower climate thriller” my new favorite genre. Parks-Ramage is that rarest of finds: a biting social satirist, a bonafide weirdo, and a writer of real conscience and heart. I devoured this book—and it, frankly, devoured me. It’s Not the End of the World reads like the best yap sesh you have with your friends after splitting a pitcher of mimosas at brunch...[Parks Ramage] distorts humanity just to the point of recognition, delivering a sharp-tongued satire indicting the current political landscape as well as human greed and apathy. It's Not the End of the World is both a demented, technicolor romp through end times and a heartbreaking story of love and family. From its terrifying opening to its gut punch conclusion, this grotesque, hilarious, beautiful novel had me in its thrall. Parks-Ramage has written the most imaginative and visceral cli-fi I've read to date. It's Not the End of the World is a prescient and harrowing page turner and a brutally vivid wakeup call blending queer family making, an Atwood-esque ethos and a horny gay odyssey. Parks-Ramage warns us that the eradication of queer peoples' rights isn't only feasible, we're barreling directly toward its inevitability. Yet despite the terrors at play, we're imbued with hope that speculative fiction of this caliber combined with our will to persist might just save us all. Terrifying, tender, prescient: read Jonathan Parks-Ramage's eco-thriller at your peril. The countdown to the future starts here. Expand reviews