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September 16, 2018

The Trolley Collector. The man with no name. The Everyman. The people of the world. You, me, or anyone caught up in somebody else’s war. He did have a name, originally. The real-life man that his character was based upon was called Alec. He was a regular service-user at a project for people with mental health or homelessness problems where I used to work. He was tough-looking, but softly spoken; cagey, but gentle-mannered; unforthcoming and inscrutable, but entirely inoffensive. Why I would have a dream about him being held hostage by another, female service-user at the point of a gun, I don’t know.

But that dream was the germ of the novel I Am Not Gog. That was the odd situation that I had t...

October 12, 2017

The life of a slave has not always been a disagreeable existence. Often, it was quite comfortable and felicitous, comparable to modern employment, with benefits and security, even career development. The slave wouldn’t have dreamed of protesting his predicament. It was the way the world was and to him it was all right and proper. Perfectly fine and dandy. He wouldn’t have seen it as we see slavery today. He would have seen it as we see employment. To the slave, whatever word his culture used for slavery would pretty much mean ‘employment with benefits, security, and accommodation’.

He wouldn’t have seen it as wrong. He wouldn’t have been conscious that the social structure he had inhabited...

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I Am Not Gog. A novel by Matthew James Hunt.

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