PostModernist Novel to the Rescue

So I'm finished with writing and proofing and rehabilitating and straightening out all the work that went into my book, the PostModernist novel of space, time, mean monkeys and friendly cats herded by a couple time travel guys from the future and all that.
     Damn it was a pile of work.
     But the hardest part -- after the proofing &c -- was keeping my place within the characters and the story line.
     See, the biggest chunk behind the action of the novel was one guy who, in addition to having no faith whatsoever in the possibility of human kindness, sees no proof for the the existence of a just and loving god. Yeah. An atheist.
     What made it interesting, at least from a literary perspective, was the place within the story of a singularity species, a single organism from one planet with multiple intellects spread over the surface of the planet, which surface is covered with the single organism.
     Part of the story line was the eventual escape of this singularity species from its home planet and its taking over seven other worlds before finding Earth. In the process of all this species meanderings and conquests, it has had to deal with time and space. Having figured the technology to move through time as space (or space as time), it is pretty close to what most people say are divine qualities. Omnipresence for example. And transcendent for another.
     As in: the singularity species has to be able to communicate with the rest of itself on the other planets. To do this properly, it must be able to communicate across interstellar distances instantly, which means time travel. And it must exist in complete and constant communication with itself simultaneously everywhere, which means space travel. Thus the singularity species is transcendent.
     Which makes the singularity species fit two features in the phenomenology of a divinity. A god.
     There's a place in the novel where this subject is brought up. Actually a couple places. But the most solid example of this occurs when one of the characters, by dint of having been sent back in time and thus finding himself talking to himself, says

     “Ain’t no god,” the younger D.S. said.
     The elder D.S. squinted at D.S. as if he were a bug and flashed a grin. “Yeah, I knew that too once, just like you. You already met god,” he said. “Up there.” D.S. pointed up at the sky. “Brought your shiny little ass back here to face the music. And I’m the only band . . . ’Cept for her people. People as they are.”
     “Which is to say?” the younger D.S. said.
     “Which is to say that, first, you’re on the wrong continent.”

At which point one might get the impression that I was supporting the belief in a divine hand moving in the universe. Which, if you wanna get picky, is probably true.
     But the point made in the book is not so much that there's a god but that what appears to be divine action might well be -- as it is in the case of the story line -- one man's technology being another man's witchcraft.
     And then there's the story line of the savior/hero myth that is the turning point of the end conflict in the novel: The savior character is given that position not because of a need for his existence within the structure of the society but because the savior character begins to believe that he is, indeed, a true savior to the world.

“Point made. But the humans assign a pattern-level reference for him. He’s special to them. A sign that what the Tribe does ain’t as powerful magic as what they see as a sign. At which point. . .” D.S. stopped pacing. He went back to the console and sat down.
     “At which point what?”
     “At which point, being as how nivenids and humans have a sense of their own self-worth, Sapor decides himself that he’s special.”
     “Which he is?”
     “Which he is if you’re human and believe in ghosts and goblins and spooks and wreaths and such.”
     Njee put her hand on D.S.’s shoulder. “You’re saying that the humans worship him?”
     “No.” D.S. smiled. “No, it’s not that he’s special and they worship him. It’s that they worship him and he likes that feeling. Feeds his ego, you might say.”
     “Oh Frank!” Njee took her hand off D.S. “Damn! He’s fallen . . .”
     “Fallen for the con himself!”
     D.S. turned and faced Njee. They stared at each other for a moment. D.S. wheeled around to the keyboard.
     “Worst part,” D.S. said as he typed, “is if we snuff him he becomes a martyr. And if the Community falls for his shit, they’ll bring him back, which will be a miracle.”

And it's here that I begin to think about things like who will read the book and see that I'm making a very serious statement about the presence of belief within the entire concept of consciousness.
     Simple fact is, as monkeys go, we humans have a wonderful ability to imagine anything we want. If we didn't have that ability we would have never survived the ice. If we didn't have that ability, I wouldn't be able to dream up this crazy story. If we didn't have that ability, we wouldn't have an InterWeb and I'd be talking to my fingernails on some hillside in Africa. If we'd evolved that far in the first place.
     Which makes writing this novel quite the trip.
     I didn't want to set out to write something that others would think was too violent or too dystopian or misanthropic. Oh, lawdy yes, it is indeed misanthropic. Very misanthropic, in fact.
     But even weirder is how I didn't see the need to push the disbelief/nonbelief thing as heavily as I could have done. The story just kinda threw itself together -- with a bit of cogitation and thought about the story plot as I went along -- in a way that, for me at least, worked out in the end.
     What others will think of the story is something yet to be determined.
     So if you want to help me determine whatever it is I'm trying to figure out, buy a copy and read it. Don't tell me it's too PostModern. I know that already. Intertextuality, bending of time and space relationships, juxtaposition of archetypes across extremes. All that's in there.
     That and probably a huge number of typos, most of which I have long since given up on finding.
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