The fighting Nuka engages in is brutal and detailed and Howarth handles it with an eye for accuracy. That’s another thing you can safely assume about people: If we ever did have mutants, we’d make them fight each other for our entertainment. It’s a brutal, terrifying world, but one Nuka sticks to even as it becomes more and more obvious how twisted that world is. Long story short, Nuka winds up in an underground fighting ring where she uses her powers of heating things up rapidly against other enhanced fighters. The problem is, her mother is somewhat less than motherly.
The first book, Losing Nuka, follows the misadventures of a young woman with purple eyes as she tries to – and does – find her birth mother. The Institute series gave way to the Litmus series, a collection of books about the aftermath of the aftermath. True to form, we set about punishing people for being different.
Naturally, the pure humans flipped their wigs and set about finding new and exciting way of jailing and exploiting these strange new humans. Some of the powers were amazing – people could fly, they were powerful psychics, and all manner of strange and powerful people started popping up. They looked like humans and acted like humans – heck, they were even born to human parents – but they were far from human. After the devastation, a new group of people rose up from the ashes to live side by side with the rest of the survivors. By the way, I just came up with that word, you owe me a nickle every time you use it.Īnyway, Howarth’s first books (The Institute Series) showed humanity’s enduring love affair with the other.
There you go, the unspoken fact for the day: people aren’t that different from one another.īack in around 2013 or so, Kayla Howarth set out to write a series detailing the after-effects of a devastating war and the impact it had on society. We all love to give lip-service to the notion of diversity, but when faced with “the other” a lot of that bravado disappears.Īt least until we get to know “the other” and the nervousness disappears because we realize that most people really aren’t all that different. Much as we hate to admit it, we’re a clique-y group of primates who will put up with a lot from those are like us and tolerate absolutely nothing from everyone else. If there’s one thing we can safely assume about humanity, it’s that fear of the other is deeply ingrained into our consciousnesses.
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