bad fiction

Just a few months ago, I wrote about Hal Lindsey’s 1980s: Countdown to Armageddon. Little did I know that an even sparklier gem was waiting for me in the Batavia Library’s dusty shelves: Blood Moon, Lindsey’s one and only work of fiction.

According to the back cover, “Hal Lindsey’s Jeremy Armstrong is an all-American hero for the new millennium. Another literary triumph for America’s own Jeremiah, Hal Lindsey. The best selling author of the decade has broken new ground with his first work of fiction. Hal Lindsey has done it again!” That isn’t a list of quotes from reviewers, mind you — it’s publisher’s the copy on the back of the jacket.

I’m going to be as gentle as I possibly can and say that those who read the back cover may be disappointed. Continue reading...