In D. B. Borton’s new comic novel SECOND COMING, Hank Jones isn’t kidnapped by aliens. He goes voluntarily. What does he have to lose? It’s spring break, 2007. His freshman comp students have taken their bad grammar and bad attitudes to Florida. His dissertation is going nowhere. And his ex is sleeping with his dissertation director. So when two aliens walk into a bar in Bloomington, Indiana, looking for directions, he’s their man. Hank finds himself riding shotgun to Washington and acting as consultant on a mission to save the Earth from annihilation.
This book is for everyone who has a soft spot in their heart for those sci-fi flicks from the 50s, and especially if they’ve wondered, what if those guys came back? And what if they expected America in the Eisenhower Era—a time of Studebakers, Ipana toothpaste, and Brylcreem—when the Atomic Age was just beginning? The android who’s had an Elvis makeover doesn’t even know that his idol is dead.
SECOND COMING is not so much about space aliens but about celebrity in 21st-century America, the seductiveness of consumer culture, the self-destructiveness of the human race, and the very human pleasures of friendship, dogs, and rock ‘n roll.