Tim Weed

So pleased to see that this book continues to have momentum out in the world!

Very much appreciate this brilliantly written new book review from All Our Yesterdays, an innovative site keeping track of the recent and not-so-recent history of climate landmarks, climate action, and the sordid and continuing history of denialism on this planet. You can access the entire review here.

Here’s a quick excerpt:

“The lush narration within The Afterlife Project conjures smells, sounds, textures, and visuals of a planet that should be, of soil that we should long to kneel upon, of animals that deserve to live unfettered by the whims of humans. (For all of our self aggrandizing about our technological and industrial accomplishments, it remains to be seen how increasing amounts of cement and glass can compare to the luxury of untouched nature.) If you’re a city kid, I challenge you to read this book and not have a mustard seed of desire for nature sprout within your hurried heart.”

Also loved participating in the 7AM Novelist‘s roundtable, “Can Climate Fiction Move the Needle,” moderated by talented novelist and literary good citizen Michelle Hoover, which you can listen to in full here.

“WESTMINSTER — Local author Tim Weed’s fascinating new book, “The Afterlife Project” is a work of speculative fiction that features a post-apocalyptic sea voyage on a vintage sailing yacht, lovers separated by 10,000 years of time, and pervasive dangers both physical and psychological.

The novel bounces between two time periods — one 40 years in the future, when the human species faces imminent extinction because of climate disaster and infertility, and another 10 millenniums ahead, when the Earth, having “recovered” from the destructive forces of human civilization and the total collapse of its infrastructures, is once again teeming with abundant wildlife and natural beauty.

So it was with some irony that, when I drove to within a mile of Weed’s home in the rolling hills north of Putney to interview him before his appearance this Friday at the Brattleboro Literary Festival, I was stopped dead in my tracks by power lines that had fallen across the dirt road just minutes before, apparently knocked down by a heavy gust of wind.

“Maybe nature is trying to tell you something,” Weed laughed when I later contacted him by phone. In any event, he graciously agreed to reschedule the interview for the next day, and the following is a record of our conversation.” Read the rest here.