Yep. His screed was pitiful! An attempted character assignation for the pc crime of being realistic in a disaster fiction novel.
Reading about the cannibalism was horrifying but not out of the realm of possibility to me. He’d have liked the book had you made the cannibals white men from the city preying upon black victims on outskirts. He would have been orgasmic if you would have had the black racists randomly shooting whites and white-hispanics like that race evil guy Zimmerman!
I bet the self annointed anti-racist crusader has not gotten upset at all over the many whites that have been murdered and beaten by black racist mobs in the name of the Trayvon hoodie klan rallies conducted by his racist pals. That is real life racism and he poses as a crusader against racism. But he’s not really. He’s a typical white liberal racist. He adores racism as long as it is the right hate doctrines and colors and as long as his racists don’t kill him or one of his.
He did not get to you, I hope. I bet he has not written a novel. He’s pittifully catty. When seeds of creativity and self awareness blew through his neighborhood, he hid in his small little box so the seeds could not take root. I hope he sold a lot of books for you.
I especially liked how he called my prose “serviceable.” From a guy who wrote a non-fiction book that sold about 12 copies.