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Boldly Going Nowhere by Steven McKinnon

I read a good book the other day #13

Image: book jacketNow, this is really something different. I found it via the blog of a fellow indie author (http://www.stellawilkinson.com/im-reading/boldly-going-nowhere).

Quote from the book: “I’m sure there is a mathematical formula for how the collective mental age of men diminishes in equal proportion to the amount of men present x units of alcohol consumed.” (McKinnon, Steven (2015-09-24). Boldly Going Nowhere (p. 351). Vividarium Books. Kindle Edition.)

Boldly Going Nowhere might be fiction or might be a strange sort of autobiography. In his foreword McKinnon claims it is both: a sort of fictionalised truth. Steven (ie the character in the book rather than the author, though they might be one and the same) is the archetypal young adult of today who spends every spare moment absorbed in his PlayStation, eating junk food and hanging out with friends, the perennial kidult still a teenager at twenty-five — an age when his grandparents might have been flying Spitfires or struggling up the beaches of Normandy with Nazi bullets zipping past their ears. I suppose that’s progress of a sort. No offence, Steven, just saying…

But as if that’s not enough to make the old codgers amongst us huff and tut and mutter about the state of today’s youth Steven presents himself as a twenty-something male virgin struggling to find a relationship, who imagines all his friends are perfectly at ease with life and suffer none of his awkwardness around girls. He also has what corporate-speak-fluent young folk these days call Issues with some friends, that must be dealt with somehow.

I don’t know how near all this comes to a typical life experience for a young person these days, but to me Boldly Going Nowhere certainly carries the ring of truth between its lines, especially if we allow that more truth may be conveyed in fiction than in a self-righteous style of autobiography, which this is not. In this thoroughly engaging and witty romp through the troubled life of a socially awkward kidult much of the action is set in Glasgow or thereabouts, and the style is modern, humorous and refreshing, including one chapter that consists of just three very important words. I’ll leave you to discover what they are.

Does Steven get the girl in the end? Does he successfully negotiate the mine-strewn waters of friendships on the rocks? I won’t spoil it by telling you here but I thoroughly enjoyed this read which will, if you’re inclined to harbour a jaundiced view of today’s youth, lift the spirits and restore some faith in a section of society that might sometimes appear appallingly shallow.

My verdict: 99p well spent. Give it a go, especially if you happen to be a grumpy old codger or a desperate twenty-something male virgin. Speaking personally, having read Boldly Going Nowhere, I still wouldn’t give anybody under the age of thirty the vote though…