Bets

I just finished "Bets" by Carrot Quinn. I backed the kickstarter after a chapter was featured on Cool Zone Media Book Club, and then was slow to get around to reading it. This book was basically made in a lab for my brand of collapse-oriented bicycle brain. This book scratches a lot of the same itches that reading "Hatchet" or "My Side of the Mountain" did as a kid, books that were absolutely foundational to what kind of information it felt important for me to know, and how it made sense to live my life so I'd be ready for that inevitable day where I need to pack up my bike and flee the city to hopefully not just survive, but thrive.

So yeah, "Bets" was a book written for me. The America portrayed, deep in the Crumbles, feels like a world we are hurtling towards when we finally learn through hard experience that cancerous growth ideology leads to inevitable decline, led by the nose by starry-eyed tech-bros who think that as soon as we transcend the flesh all the suffering and deprivation that lead to that breakthrough would have been worth it... never-mind how we'll continue to power that utopia.

"Bets" is an inherently hopeful book. I think any survival story has to be. I think those are the two things it's worth knowing going into this book: It's a story about hope, and nothing bad happens to the dog.