Guy’s road to writing was long and winding. An economist by education, he became fed up with the dubious assumptions behind the façade of scientific rigor and switched profession to software engineering. When the intricacies of computer coding increasingly haunted his nights, he delved into a succession of stints, first building artisan carpentry, an endeavor his callous hands still bear witness to; followed by owning and operating a Blues club in NYC, a time his liver still recalls with horror; and lastly, dealing in oriental rugs, an enterprise that robbed Guy of his last strand of hair as he lost sleep over the safety of camel caravans crossing the steppe. Finally, he made a career in inventing consumer products, only to realize the destruction and folly of our modern ways. With that in mind, at the ripe old age of forty-five, he penned the opening lines of the Genostock trilogy...