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“Messages from the Void”: A Review of Sharon Heath’s The Mysterious Composition of Tears, The Further Adventures of Fleur, Book 1

(Deltrona, FL: Thomas-Jacob Publishing, 2022). ISBN: 978-1-950750-46-7 Five years ago this month, I was introduced to a literary character that I have come to truly love. It is a familial, fatherly love, as I have enthusiastically expressed in my reviews for the each of the books in the Fleur Trilogy: The History of My Body (2016), Tizita (2017), and Return of the Butterfly (2018). Fleur Robins is the offspring of an ultra-conservative US Senator from Pennsylvania and an alcoholic mother who gave birth to Fleur when she was a teenager. In the past, I have likened Fleur to Holden Caulfield in JD Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye and Sheila Tubman in Judy Blume’s Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great . But much has changed for Fleur. In the intervening years since Return of the Butterfly , she has become a wife and mother. Her Nobel Prize–winning work (she is a genius with considerable quirks) in Complexity and Chaos Theory in the midst of the increasing chaos on Earth has led her liter...

“The Promise of the Void”: A Review of Sharon Heath’s Return of the Butterfly, The Fleur Trilogy, Book 3

(Deltona, FL: Thomas-Jacob Publishing, LLC, 2018), ISBN-13:   978-0-997951783 Before you read another word of this review, be sure you’ve done one of the following two things (or, if you are feeling generous, both): 1.      Read the previous two books in this series 2.      Read my reviews of the first two books in the series Now we can proceed. There is an ancient Chinese curse that says, “May you live in interesting times.” Are we cursed? It certainly seems so. The world is, if not IN chaos, on the brink of it. The United States finds itself at a level of Us and Them and Othering that is probably the greatest since the sixties—and there is every reason to believe that this state of things has been carefully engineered. The past two times I’ve left my writing room to go have dinner with friends, the conversation devolved into line demarcating and political posturing. Even when I politely asked that we talk about something else, ...