How do you like your post-apocalypse? A wasteland pregnant with zombies? A nuclear winter starring roving bands of leather-clad bastards? I’m tired of all those tripes too. Thankfully, I happened to pick up Ryan Boudinot’s dystopian novel, Blueprints of the Afterlife (published last month), on a whim and was treated to a fresh, complex look at a post-apoc. America. Equal parts Philip K. Dick, Terry Pratchett, and Palahniuk, Blueprints is a time-slipping, anti-corporate tale of survivors just trying to figure shit out. No epic travels across blackened Earth or raids on supply depots. Just people trying to figure out how things got so fucked up.

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