

it's a world made by hand, now, one stone at a time, one board at a time, one hope at a time, one soul at a time. "We're building our own New Jerusalem up the river. Only it's not like the world we've left behind," Joseph said.

The future sure isn't what it used to be, is it?" It’s antisci-fi, set maybe ten to twenty years out. This isn’t a sci-fi view into a future one hundred or fifty years away. Such is the fictionalized world envisioned by James Howard Kunstler in his new book, World Made by Hand. Trade is becoming next to impossible, from everything I can tell, and business here is drying up. It’s as round and as large as it’s ever been. "We're still fighting skirmishes with Mexico. Congress hasn't met since twelve twenty-one." Ricketts said, using a common shorthand for the destruction of Washington a few days before Christmas some years back. It was Chicago, but that may have gone by the boards. "Well, I hear that this Harvey Albright pretends to be running things out of Minneapolis now. "We don't have electricity an hour a month anymore and there's nothing on the air but the preachers anyway." It'll take a hundred years to sort things out and get it all going again." "They can't keep order there, and you can't have business without order.
