Uranium Fist

Uranium Fist by Mark Cantrell
This Edition Published September 2006
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A Fist In Time
Preface To Uranium Fist1
EVERY book that was ever written is a product of its time.
They begin life as an idea in the author's mind: a seed that takes root, a
quantum particle that detonates into a universe-creating Big Bang.
They take on a life of their own, so that the author begins as the
progenitor and ends as portal for something else that is extruding its
existence into our world. From Mind, to paper through the medium of

the author's nervous system and fingers, books are made flesh from our
flesh but are rooted in the reality and influences of the times in which
they are conceived and gestated.
That includes works of science fiction set in the future. It also includes
books that are somehow ahead of their time.
Apparently, I did that with my first novel, Uranium Fist.
When I breathed life into the sheets of wood-pulp and ink, I was also
creating something written for the day, but waiting fallow for the future
resonance that would beat in time to its own inner tempo.
I never set out to do that.
In fact, I am still sceptical that I did this in the first place.
But frequently, it's not the author that determines such things; the
readers do that when they bring themselves to the words and read
between the lines and add their own interpretations to the author's
vision.
For me, Uranium Fist was an adventure and an experiment. Up until
that time, I had never written a work of novel proportions. I had no idea
if I even possessed the stamina for such an involved project. So, the
misgivings coupled with the desire to make the attempt, played their
part in the selection of the project chosen to be my first book.
There were other influences, of course, that played their part in the idea
that would become Uranium Fist. And they are essential ingredients to
the story of how I allegedly penned something ahead of its time.
In the early 90s, I was a student studying political theory at Liverpool
University. I had only been a writer for a couple of years when I opted
to begin my first book. Politically idealistic, and attracted to the hard
Left I wanted to write something that expressed my politics as well as
my literary aspirations.

When the First Gulf War ended, I longed to write a story that expressed
my opposition to that war, but I could not come up with something that
quite fitted that scenario. Instead, I changed track and came up with a
working class revolution on a distant Earth colony world. I chose to
write the story as a correspondent's article about the defeat and
destruction of that revolution. A kind of John Reed in space.2
(Unbeknown to me at the time, my correspondent's surname was Reid.
If that was deliberate, then it was only unconsciously so. I didn't see it
until some time later.)
The short story was an experiment and didn't work, but it was to this
story that I returned when I wrote the novel. That was in 1992. I
continued the experiment. The novel was to be a book written by the
corespondent ten years on from the revolution's defeat, recounting her
experiences and the experiences of those involved.
It followed a kind of journalistic format, that was again experimental3
for me. As the book progressed it become more focused on the
correspondent, as she became drawn into the drama of which she was
covering and came to relate to the people and their hopes and dreams.
Inevitably, the book was flabby and over-written. It was a first attempt
after all, but it formed the draft that I revised some years later to
develop the book as it is now.
In the days when I wrote the book, the Soviet Union had only just
passed into the dustbin of history. The Anti-Capitalist movement that
exploded onto the scene at Seattle in 1999 was still an unknown,
unsuspected future development.
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