Scott Sigler's Pandemic Spreads to Boston
Watching a long-time friend like author Scott Sigler rise in popularity warms my heart.
We first got to know one another in the early days of podcasting and have been friends ever since.
Scott is a hell of a writer and I'm a big fan of his work.
He is known for sick and twisted tales that are full of characters that you instantly connect with. Some you'll hate. Some you'll love. Where your mind gets messed up is you never know when one of your favorites is going to die (or how).
Based on technology and science, there is always just enough realism to hook you in and wonder what if.
His latest book, Pandemic is the conclusion of the Infected series. The jacket describes it as:
"Scott Sigler’s Infected shocked readers with a visceral, up-close account of physical metamorphosis and one man’s desperate fight for sanity and survival, as “Scary” Perry Dawsey suffered the impact of an alien pathogen’s early attempts at mass extinction. In the sequel Contagious, Sigler pulled back the camera and let the reader experience the frantic national response to this growing cataclysm.
And now in Pandemic, the entire human race balances on the razor’s edge of annihilation, beset by an enemy that turns our own bodies against us, that changes normal people into psychopaths or transforms them into nightmares. "
Ever since I read the first book I've never been able to look at little blue triangles or chicken shears the same way again.
There was a packed house at the Harvard Coop as Scott read a passage from the beginning of the book. Just enough to get everyone in the room eager to read more.
After his 15 minute reading he took questions for a mighty long time before signing books and heading out with whoever wanted to join to a local pub.
To me, Scott is a friend, but to my son Dylan he is one of his favorite writers. Dylan has read everything Scott has written and when I told him about the event he was counting the days.
Seeing Dylan excited to ask questions and hanging on every word made my night. I don't think he has stopped smiling yet.