George. E. Smith
I was born in 1952 and lived my first nine years in the centre of Sheffield among the noise and fumes of cutlery factories. My childhood home and playground is now a Sheffield University car park.
We moved to a Cheshire village where I learned to read and write, spending happy times at schools in Marple and Glossop, failing to qualify for anything but demonstrating some aptitude for science and literature.
A penchant for chemistry drove me to apply to ICI and, almost by accident, I became an organic chemist, working by day and studying by night.
After six years of cloistered existence waiting for dead men’s shoes, I resigned to become a pharmaceutical sales representative (or drug rep as they are more commonly known). The work consisted of visiting doctors in the morning, eating in posh restaurants at lunchtime and playing squash in the afternoon. I demonstrated an aptitude for this so was promoted to training manager. After ten years of exemplary service I was made redundant during one of the many pharmaceutical company mergers.
I established a training company at the start of the ‘90s and eventually diversified into I.T. documentation and training. My relationship with a computer company blossomed and I managed Whitehall infrastructure projects on their behalf. I believe some of my best fiction is in those project plans.
The last few years have been dedicated to realising long held ambitions... living in a different country, getting back to making music and writing what I really want to write – science fiction.
by George. E. Smith
Parapoints were created by an unknown intelligence to link planets by instantaneous travel. Dubois, a navigator, enters a parapoint and exits fifteen years late. He subsequently discovers the reason for the delay, the parapoint creators and a threat to mankind. First and foremost an adventure story, this novel also questions accepted tenets associated with space, time, our origins and beliefs.
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