Let's say you're teleported to London, prior to the blitzkriegs, where an unpublished author has just released her entire career into a single work. Would you have granted Virginia Woolf a consideration? What if James Joyce had launched "Ulysses" without prior credits? I cannot equate my work to theirs. Nor, would they approve of such a preposterous notion. But, if I'm totally bonkers, and don't possess the talent that I proclaim, what's been misplaced anyways, other than a few coins into the ol' slot machine? "Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste (not exactly true, on either count)..."... So, who the hell is Michael Thomas, and what the *&^% is The Last Generation? Well, my path to arrive to this destination has been more of an obstacle course than a traditional foot race. Even though I may look and act like everyone else, I'm a different dude. It's certainly not what I wanted out of life, but something I've had to accept.. To be, who I be.. Basically, The Last Generation was composed to understand myself better, to pin some sort of meaning onto my experiences. If you're presently not gripped, I presume those moments to captivate your contemplation shall only further fade. So, my appreciation for your current heedfulness, and any possible considerations towards my work... "It's a show... Freak show... You'll see."... Yet, it is recommended to first engage your polyamorous biblio-lifeways to the author's website, before vowing such fidelity. To which, I'm offering A PDF copy. Michael Thomas