The Pornography Wars takes the world by storm!!

The biggest publishing sensation of the year!

In country after country the new Ron Forsythe book is surging up the Best Seller lists!

Printers are unable to keep up with the unprecedented demand!

Everyone is asking the question: How can I get hold of this gem of a book?

Intellectuals are analysing the content – searching out the hidden meaning!

People are laughing about the satire!

There is endless discussion on TV and radio about what it really means!

World leaders take note.

There is a noticeable shift in the zeitgeist of the era.

Everything becomes more positive!

Film Makers are falling over themselves to gain the film rights.

Publishers are offering deals that make Murakami, Frantzen and Ishiguro jealous!

Meanwhile, in his country retreat, Ron Forsythe (Opher Goodwin) remains sanguine and assures everyone that wealth and fame will not change him!

We’ll see!!

The Pornography Wars eBook: Forsythe, Ron: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store

We can but dream!

The Pornography Wars – Paperback version

Amazing!! The Pornography Wars, my latest Sci-fi novel is available on Amazon!

I have never known them be so quick!!

For the sum of just £7.50 you can purchase a book that you will be enthralled by!

Are we being controlled by aliens? Read on! You won’t be disappointed!

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The Pornography Wars – Now available in digital Kindle format

I have great pleasure in informing you that my latest Sci-fi novel is now available in digital form!

The paperback version will be with you shortly!

I greatly look forward to hearing your views!!

The Pornography Wars eBook: Forsythe, Ron: Amazon.co.uk: Books

Science Fiction – but not as we know it!!

The Pornography Wars – Completed – in for publishing!!

I have finally completed the manuscript. I have created the layout, designed the cover and now finished the project. It has consumed my life and times for months!

I’m putting it to bed!

The next project looms!!!

I have put the book into both paperback and digital platforms. It should be available within three days!!

I can’t wait to get my hands on the physical book!

Thank you to Neil Lock, John Peachey and Bill Coull!

The Pornography Wars – Current State of Play.

The Pornography Wars – Current State of Play.

OpherThe Pornography Wars May 31, 2021

After five rewrites/edits, taking into account feedback from my volunteer readers, I have produced the final document. It currently stands at 90,000 words – approximately 215 pages.

I am pleased with the outcome. I have been concerned that the sex might be a bit too graphic but I think it works.

I have been working on the style with a view to making the sentences and paragraphs short in order to make it a fast, light read.

I wanted to get the balance between humour, satire and serious content and that is hard to judge.

I have now designed the cover and written the back cover notes (see the last post).

I am having a final read through and tweak before casting it adrift!

Novels have a life of their own. This one bears little relationship to the one I set out to write! Isn’t that strange??

The Pornography Wars – A short extract

I have now completed the fifth rewrite of my satirical Sci-fi novel.

Here’s an extract. All comments welcome!!

Brrrad lounged back in her luxopexi in the heptagonal room of her personal quarters in the State Building. It was so hard being the director general of a system the size of this. So many thousands of planets to care for that it was daunting if you ever stopped to think about it. Not that she ever stopped to think about it much. She did not like feeling daunted.

What was even more irksome was having to be elected. The trouble with an electorate is that they were either stupid or not stupid enough. Democracy could not be trusted. Whoever thought of electing a director general every five years was a complete fool. There had to be a better system – one that kept her in power without having to waste all this time and energy. The only thing that gave her any semblance of reassurance was the knowledge that she controlled the purse-strings of all the media companies. They were beholden. That had to give her some advantage.

She sipped her juice and topped her tumbler up from the servor. She was impatiently waiting for Tryyxx, her chief advisor and propaganda minister, and Tryyxx always kept her waiting. She suspected it was deliberate.

Over many thousands of years Trutian civilisation had evolved to ensure that truts were not manipulated, controlled or coerced. That would be deplorable. For, as in all intelligent life, there were those individuals who craved power, control and wealth – even in this utopian world of plenty. They were called politicians and often pitied – their personality defect ridiculed – their power carefully curtailed and their practices carefully regulated. Politicians were held in the contempt they deserved but were tolerated. Somebody had to be in control. Society did need to adapt and evolve. They were a necessary evil. The craving for power was treated with scorn. It was a disease. But it had its uses and was consequently well-rewarded.

Brrrad was the epitome of a politician. She constantly looked for ways to manipulate, control and coerce and not be caught doing it. She saw that as her job.

She loved power.

While she waited she jiggled her optics in time to the Olllppa tune she had playing in the bacground. One of those popular ditties. It was an aural worm. She critically studied the undulating walls with their oscillating colours and savoured the waves of haze that were flooding her brain. Very nice. She was not so sure about the walls though.

‘Sorry I’m late,’ Tryyxx murmured as she swept into the inner sanctum, checked the portal was firmly shut and security sealed behind her, helped herself to a tumbler of juice and slid slinkily into the luxopexi opposite Brrrad. She sipped and focussed a few optics on the director general, her face remaining impossible to read. That was the thing about Tryyxx; you never could tell what she was thinking. It left everyone feeling nervous. The talk was that she practiced it.

‘What ho,’ Brrrad said brightly, ignoring the lateness, leaning forward in her pexi conspiratorially, ‘much to talk about.’ She took a big gulp of the hazy laced juice, dipped her yellow optics and beamed across at Tryyxx.

Tryyxx sipped and watched impassively.

‘Nice drop of the old juice, what?’ Brrrad enthused. ‘Straight out of the juggulan orchards – real juice laced with the very best Inji haze. Top class stuff. You can’t get hold of this stuff for unnnx or injert.’

Tryyxx took another sip. Her features did not change. It was hard to tell if she was impressed or not.

Brrrad looked around at the kuuundr designs that made up the undulating interior of the heptagonal room. The colours were exquisite. It was a priceless work of art freshly installed and designed to impress when she entertained dignitaries. ‘You don’t suppose our fellow truts would object to me carrying out another renovation, do you?’

Tryyxx raised a couple of eyestalks quizzically. ‘Again?’ She swept a few optics around the sumptuous opulence of the interior design. ‘You only had this kuuundr put in a short while back. It cost a fortune.’

‘I know,’ Brrrad said, pulling a face. ‘It’s just that it gets on your nerves after a while. It’s never still. A bit jolly overpowering.’

Tryyxx nodded her optics noncommittally but somehow still registering despair. Brrrad was renowned for her extravagance at the expense of the Trutian public. ‘I would remind you that it was probably criminal to have such an expensive artwork installed in the first place. To have it ripped out and replaced might push it beyond the limit.’

‘Yes, yes, quite,’ Brrrad muttered, casting an annoyed glance over at the psychedelic walls. ‘But, that isn’t what I needed to talk to you about.’ She pulled her attention away from the irritating flowing colours, took another big slug of juice, recomposed herself and focussed all her optics on Tryyxx. ‘As you know we have another election coming up soon and I would very much like to retain my possession of this rather salubrious dom with its extremely pleasant accoutrements.’ She gestured to the prestigious servor. She eyed Tryyxx with a degree of concern. Tryyxx was always an unknown quantity but she invariably came up with the goods. ‘I think we need to pull something out of the berk for this one Tryyxx. I’m relying on you to come up with something good.’

Tryyxx sipped her juice and remained inscrutable.

‘Of course,’ Brrrad blustered, ‘as is only right, I’ve taken the liberty of increasing your stipend by 40%. I trust that will assist the old brain cells to fire away.’

Tryyxx did not seem particularly enthralled, but then she never did. She sipped and nodded with partially extended eye pods. ‘I will see what I can come up with,’ she answered noncommittally, retracted all her optics, sank deep in thought. Finally she exhaled loudly then turned her optics all on to Brrrad. ‘I think this one is going to be extremely difficult. Gyrra and her crew are well organised and are a good twelve points clear. They will fight hard. It will be a war.’ She watched Brrrad for any signs of reaction. She could tell she knew it was going to be extremely difficult from her feigned indifference. Truts had woken up to how appalling she was and Brrrad knew it. Brrrad was widely considered to be lazy, inept and particularly dithery when it came to actions. She was thought to be entertaining and fun but a bit lacking. ‘They’ll be looking to bring you down.’

She studied Brrrad intently for signs of some understanding. There was none.  She knew Gyrra was going to find her an easy target. Being a mere twelve points down was flattering to Brrrad. She would have to come up with something extraordinary to close that gap. With a resigned shake of the optics she said – ‘All things are possible in war. We’ll need a big issue to focus on. Something really big.’

Brrrad laid back looking unconcerned with just two optics focussed on the brooding Tryyxx. She wasn’t going to worry about it. That’s what she employed Tryyxx for. No doubt she would come out with a plan to get her back in the running.

Tryyx was an inordinately long time thinking. Finally she raised her optics and spoke – ‘Sex – sex is the big issue. That is the arena to slug this one out in.’

‘Sex?’ Brrrad queried. That hardly seemed at all relevant. She couldn’t see any connection to politics and elections – but she had to hope that Tryyxx knew what she was doing. A war with sex that sounded good.

Extract from ‘The Pornography Wars’.

This is the section I have just been working on. Any feedback is welcome!!

‘I have that data,’ Lavv called across to Tryyxx. She was in her study, her tablet open with strings of data hanging in the air that she was busy scrolling through, each of her optics focussing on a different string.

Tryyxx ambled in from the living room and stood behind her, massaging her shoulders, scanning through the data. ‘Where did you get this from?’ Tryyxx looked aghast. She could see that it was highly personal data not permitted for anybody apart from the civic planners, particularly not those involved with politics.

Lavv flicked a couple of optics her way with a disdainful look. ‘I have my means. If we are going to win this damn election for Brrrad we are going to have to use everything we’ve got. It’s going to be a dirty fight. You don’t win a war by nunnyyfooting around.’

Tryyxx bobbed her eyepods. ‘It would not be good to be caught with it, that’s all. That’s highly hush-hush civil planning data intended for social provision and infrastructure. Not even, well actually, especially not, government personnel are allowed to get their hands on that stuff. It would confer an unfair advantage.’

Lavv shook her eyepods in disdain, as if she needed telling. ‘That’s precisely why I got hold of it.’ She swung eyepods her way, an expression of disbelief on her face. ‘Don’t for one minute tell me you haven’t got hold of this stuff. I know you have.’

Tryyxx ignored the condescending tone. Of course she used that clandestine data. It was just a shock to find Lavv had her own recourse to such highly protected information. ‘So what have you turned up?’

‘It’s seems very much as we expected. Brrrad has a large fanatical following of just under 40%. She also has an equally motivated similar sized opposition who can’t stand her. The swing voters are all turned off. They are all voting Gyrra.’ She looked round at Tryyxx. ‘It’s not enough, is it?’

Tryyxx sighed and pulled up a pexi to study the data in more detail. ‘If it wasn’t for the stupid system Brrrad wouldn’t have a nuuffs chance. Thankfully everyone has to vote and most of them vote with their hormones and not their brains. That gives us a chance. You always have a chance in a two krrrll race. How Gyrra managed to get through all the preliminaries is a wonder. Fortunately she’s a very weak candidate. Brrrad’s been lucky that the opposition have been so disorganised and fragmented. They’ve been more concerned with career assignation than focussing on Brrrad. She sneaked through.’

‘Even so, she’s way out ahead,’ Lavv pointed out despondently.

Tryyxx was looking at the figures and had to agree.

‘You don’t think it might not be best to spacewarp to the other side? It’s obvious that Gyrra, weak as she might be, has a far greater chance of winning. It could be expedient.’ Lavv was glaring at the data with a gloomy, downcast expression on her face.

Tryyxx pointed to the playroom where the trutlets were being cared for by their new employees. Grrmm and Srrlle had them thoroughly occupied with some exciting looking educational game. She pointed to the new servor with its prestigious array of juices and quality drugs. She pointed to the massive new tridee plinth and array of gravopexis. ‘You want to give this up? You know that Gyrra won’t pay enough to cover all this. No. We have to get Brrrad elected if we want to hang on to this way of life.’

‘OK,’ Lavv agreed, pouting and exhaling deeply, ‘but that will only work if we succeed. And the chances of that are looking pretty slim right at this moment.’

‘Right,’ Tryyxx said. ‘I guess it’s in our interests to ensure the cretinous clown gets elected. Let’s get to it.’ She took her tablet out and began making notes. The two of them were quiet as they absorbed the intricacies of the details and processed the modelling.

‘What have you got?’ Tryyxx asked when they had finished trawling through and processing the data.

‘Solid base of 39% who won’t change whatever. They are hooked on her libertine, maverick personality. They’d die for her.’

Tryyxx checked her figures. ‘Yep. That’s my figure too.’

‘45% strongly opposed. They think Brrrad’s a complete lazy, inept clown who is completely useless. Pretty accurate assessment in my view.’ She shrugged her optics and glanced round at Tryyxx. ‘39% of those think she’s a menace who is divisive and positively dangerous. I do not think it is going to be possible to prise any of them away from Gyrra. They might not all like her but she’s not Brrrad and that’s good enough.’ She turned her optics on to Tryyxx. ‘That leaves us 16% to work on and the bulk of them heavily lean to Gyrra. It looks bleak.’

Tryyxx bobbed her eyepods. ‘The sleaze accusations are cutting through a little. It looks like we have 2% in the bag. If Brrrad can keep it up that might rise a few points.’ They both knew it wasn’t going to be enough.

‘So we have all the libertines on board,’ Tryyxx mused, peering at her notes. ‘We need more.’

Lavv turned to face him. ‘Here’s what I think.’ She jabbed a few notes into her tablet. ‘Firstly we get Brrrad to run a campaign against the Fringers. There are a lot of bad feelings about them.’

Tryyxx raised her eyepods. The Fringers were all the ones on the outskirts of the federation – the pioneers and more radical elements who lived semi-wild. There was a lot of resentment over how they kept wanting to jumptube in and use all the amenities without contributing. With darkened skins due to the hard radiation they encountered they were easily identified and came in for a lot of abuse. ‘We’ll be accused of racism?’

Lavv shrugged. ‘So be it. As long as it wins us votes.’

‘But we’ll lose the Fringers.’

‘They are only a minority,’ Lavv pointed out. ‘Most of them would vote for Gyrra anyway. According to my modelling we’ll gain more than we lose.’ She scrolled through to find the relevant section. ‘There you are – 79% projected Gyrra. We haven’t got a lot to lose. Besides, we can identify the most virulent Gyrra supporters and fiddle with the comcom on the fringes. Make it harder for them to register or vote.’

Tryyxx nodded. She liked that. She did a bit of calculating. ‘Still not enough.’

‘No,’ Lavv admitted. ‘This is where things get difficult. By my calculations we need a bunch of the puritans.’

Tryyxx looked startled. The puritans rarely voted at all and certainly were not people that she would consider to be in Brrrad’s territory.

‘I know,’ Lavv said. ‘It’s a calculated risk. If we could win over a bunch of them we might just edge it.’

‘How would we do that without losing the libertines?’

‘We work on the principle that the 39% of hardcore fanatics will vote for her anyway whatever we do.’ Lavv grinned at her. ‘So we offer the puritans something they really want.’

Tryyxx looked dubious. ‘The only thing that bunch of nutters want is to do away with conjugos.’

Lavv grinned back at her.