Primitive, by Mark Nykanen (REVIEW) — The Snowy Sledgehammer of Doom
Take one fashion model—past her “peak” days, but still in high-enough demand to earn a more-than comfortable living doing print ads as the “mom” or the “elegant socialite”. Give her an estranged daughter—a troubled young woman in her early 20s who knows only that she wants to be everything her glamorous, self-absorbed mother isn’t. Then, for good measure, throw in a radical environmental-activist group and a top-secret government report detailing some startling new research on global warming; add the mind-boggling power of the internet (the best way to quickly disseminate information and/or propaganda around the world, ever ); and—just to keep the mixture spicy—toss in a smidgeon of gung-ho military and ex-military personnel, always itching to see a little more action, to go on one more offensive, to shoot another big gun. Finally, to make things really, really interesting, add a barren, bitterly-cold, snow-covered wilderness that stretches on and on, as far as the ey...