Quilandria

by

Liane Gabora

 

Critical Acclaim

 

Hip, haunting, and hilarious... I laughed, I cried, I couldn’t put it down. Do we exist simply to propagate our genes? Or our ideas? Or is our task here in the world of material stuff, to purify our souls so that we may advance to subtler, more spiritual planes of existence? By pitting these views against one another through the eyes of a colorful cast of characters, the reader is left with not just an intellectual understanding of them, but a feel for how they shed light on everyday life. Made me wish I too was a playful, irresponsible twenty-something with time to ponder the meaning of it all!

--Sir Igor Everlord, Director of the Interdisciplinary Institute for Everything

 

It is true, as a character in this book claim, that fresh vegetables have auras while cooked ones do not. These auras are clearly visible using Kirlian photography, or they can be detected by individuals such as myself who are particularly sensitive to the whims of plants. However, it is not possible to rejuvenate your cooked vegetables with reconstituted aura extract, as one of the characters implies. To my knowledge, there is no such product on the market.

--Dr. Susan Sprout, Plant psychiatrist and internationally recognized expert on out-of-plant experiences

 

Quilandria is an enigma buried in a mystery veiled in the sensuous chartreuse membranes of a thinly sliced cucumber.

--Vanna Avocado, lead singer of the rock group, The Scintillators

 

Just when I got used to the idea that to keep up with the Joneses you have to bolster your theories with fancy computer programs, things change again. Now your computer program has to be explained by fictional characters that gloat unabashedly over its success. And the characters can’t be everyday people; they must be people who, for instance, “triangulate to the core of their truest self,” and experience “an unforgettable night involving an earthquake, an orgy, and the ingestion of strange pollen from the stamen of an artificial neon flower.” I write you as one who has witnessed a trendy infiltration of sensationalism and flashy gimickery into science, and the deleterious results thereof. What I am saying is such antics work neither for the benefit of the author’s genes nor her ‘memes,’ and I am concerned about the effects of such trends on science at large. That is not to say there is no place for her musings, which are occasionally provocative. After all, in my dull life, an earthquake hardly ever lands on the same day as an orgy, so the addition of hallucinogenic pollen from a neon flower is somewhat extraordinary, and I may as well read about it.

--A Concerned Reader

 

This book is hot! The time for it is now. It is the unprecedented blend of science and spirituality the world is craving, vividly rendered in a story that is as heartwarming as it is heart-wrenching. If I weren't just a figment of the author’s imagination I would pounce on it! (Though I might suggest she can—so to speak—the vegetable jokes.)

--Samuel Sunbold, Stupendously-successful Editor