Having been a freelance software engineer for nigh on thirty years, Emil started out punching monolithic programs on to great wads of data cards held together by rubber bands, and feeding them, one sandwich per day, into the mouth of ‘George’, a behemoth of a multi-stream batch-monitor. He saw the advent of super-computers, work-stations, personal-computers, laptops, and now the proliferation of shiny little mobile-devices with more oomph than George could ever muster.
Emil has seen software development methodologies and programming techniques come into and go out of fashion. He has witnessed the industry move from its exciting raw beginnings and onwards into a thrashing scrum of greed and stress, where unfortunately, failure seems more commonplace than success.
Having grunted at the coal face of dozens endeavours all over the world - on things that go deep down underwater, things that float on water, things that go up in the sky, things that we fire into space, and a whole bunch of nasty military stuff - Emil has clocked up a plethora of disparate accommodations that for a while at least, he called his home.
Finding himself beached in an era where a twittering public seem hooked on social media, infotainment, and half-baked shoddy apps, Emil has decided to take a break from the Swamp of Despair, and put pen to paper. His first short tragicomedy, 'Carpe Noctem', tips a nod to the 'scumbag' freelance contractor and his strange lifestyle.
To distract himself, whenever possible, Emil submerges to great depths to commune with crustaceans, either in the deep dark freshwater lakes, where introspection and meditation are the modus operandi, or out on the Australian continental shelf where there lurks a bit more life, and the fish can be over five meters long, sporting razor sharp serrated teeth and wide inane grins.
Other interests the author takes quite seriously are practicing Zen meditation, dabbling with acrylic paint, solving daily cryptic crosswords, growing chilies, and cooking Corsican mountain stews while concocting colourful gin recipes.
By Emil Lemort
Published: March 16, 2013.
Carpe Noctem is a dark, cynical, mildly Kafkaesque, psychogeographical travelogue of a misanthropic software engineer. A tragicomedy, with a few dashes of Angostura, a touch of cruciverbalism and a peppering of cynical verse. At the start of the book, we travel through a feverish nightmare. The core of the book reflects the vibe of our character's recuperation and just one night at his hotel.
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