An early work-in-progress dedicated to helping,
circuitously, precipitate the Great Mobilisation
Dare to be wise!
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author Cimino
work-in-progress published 20250601
Dear Sir or Madam,
will you read my book?
It took me years to write,
will you take a look?
John Lennon
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Tammadge Lodge. Cimino’s mother loathed it. Not the spacious Californian bungalow, carriage-sweep property sited across Kūiti valley at the town’s particularly picturesque, narrowed northern end. No, Noeline Adelaide Cole née Cimino radiantly imbued that. After a succession of crabbed, neglected rentals—the last in particular—she was deeply appreciative to reside in such a fittingly gracious residence where family and friends could visit, stay overnight and enjoy genteel lodgings and hospitality. No, what ‘Noel’ hated was her husband’s, octave-lower, telephone voice and airs:
Tammadge Lodge;
Mac Cole speaking.
Had the richly detailed Arts and Crafts bungalow been named Tammadge Lodge by its original town-fatherHenry Thorne Morton: town mayor 1938–1946; National Party representative for Waitematā 1943–1946 owner, Noel would probably have supressed her staunchly egalitarian sympathies and accepted use of the appellation. When employing it, Mac was wise to ensure his study doors were closed, lest Noel’s instant upbraiding be overhead by the caller. Mac was the youngest of the youngest, as was his son Cimino. Not surprising, each had been doted on by their respective, golden-hearted mothers. Such boys can possibly be somewhat forgiven for a tendency towards narcissism.
Grand schemes and grand narratives were Cimino’s every waking moment. His first book, at the age of eight or nine—hand written, illustrated, and bound—was a we-didn’t-mean-to-go-sea epic. Although the urge to write such manifestos never went away, Cimino had long since submerged the conceit that the world needed his first, or first-and-only, novel. Had his childhood best friend lived a full life, no novel would have been attempted. But Skerman’s tragic death had demanded a response. Part tribute to their respective, charismatic hearts-of-gold mothers, part a duty to field a concept that could be key to civilisation salvaging a survivable climate, no less.
Machiavellian might be one word for Cimino’s plan, but that would probably be praising it. Megalomaniacal, certainly, but circuitous , possibly too circuitous for its own good, is probably the pertinent adjective here, in describing the convoluted, immediate mission of this work of near-term-future fiction. Readers are reminded that the mission of writing Light the Fuse is not for it to not to be published, much less be read by more than a few hardy or quirky souls. Writing it is one man’s moonshot-attempt to intrigue just one, award-winning author sufficiently, that her publisher, in turn, becomes similarly curious, to convinces she, or some other hapless soul, to accept the writing commission—the sweet fruits of which, become the best seller, provoking the movie, the sequels, prequels, miniseries, and more.
Such blockbuster literature and cinematography, not being and end in itself of course, but to determinedly help build a mandate for the Churchillian leadership, specifically in the antipodes, to democratically initiate a proto-Great Mobilisation, then regional, Australasian–Southwest Pacific-Great Mobilisation, and, ultimately, to light the fuse of the beyond-urgent, global, Great Mobilisation…
To be continued…
So yes, Dear Sir or Madam, please read my book, but only if you promise to remember that it not intended as the great New Zealand Great Mobilisation novel, but as a desperate prayer to an award-winning author that such book, movie, et cetera , et cetera , might materialise to help precipitate the Great Mobilisation.
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