Sadly though, I get few comments either here on the forum or on the blog on the HISC novel. 
RE
Aw jeez, RE, did you have to go and say that?
Consider the possibility that the novel is way more SF than PI, with folks zipping around on their expensive solar-charged electric vehicles... Even the street thugs are computer wizards! If it's going to be an instructive story, it needs to be painfully realistic or it losses credibility.
Call it Pre-PI-Fi.At some point somebody brought up the 'first person' narrative problem. It's still a problem. The reader has to
want to be in that character's head in order to enjoy reading it.
It's easy to write the words "
usual routine of collecting chicken eggs, milking the goats and watering his raised beds" as if that's just a few minute's chores. Those of us actually doing these things find such glibness offensive, knowing that it takes several people working full time -- meaning as long as there's daylight -- to manage a large garden, tend livestock, plant, nurture, irrigate, harvest, cut/thresh/winnow, kill/butcher, clean/process/prep for storage, and safely pack away a winter's supply of food for those same people. And that's in a hospitable climate under favorable conditions, not on a north-country mountainside. Long hours of ass-busting work day after day tend to make you pissy when others naively assume that living off the land is a breeze.
Also, when you live on raw, fresh ingredients instead of commercial pre-prepared food, somebody(s) spends several hours a day in the kitchen. Ever made hard cheese or kimchi or salami or pemmican, or baked bread from whole grain every day or two, let alone just making sure there's a pot of stew constantly simmering?
A reminder of something said once upon a time regarding HISC:
I have friends, fellow diner lurkers, with whom this is now a favorite topic of conversation.
Well, maybe you should be privy to some of that conversation, especially the parts that may help explain the apparent lack of interest (which unfortunately are critical in nature).
"What the hell! This guy eats all this great home-grown food, like goat cheese and fresh veggies -- Who's doing all the work to produce this stuff along with milking and tending livestock while he's spending the day at the 'spa' horking down industrial steak?"
"How often do you suppose he ships in the hay for those horses and goats since you sure as hell can't graze goats in the Montana Rockies? And forget about any kind of serious crop production in that region, so what's he livin' on during the winter, poached deer and pine bark?" (Euell Gibbons, where are you when we need you?)
"...wealthy dude with a fancy earth home and cool toys. Whoopee. Must be nice to be rich. How long before anybody finds his desiccated body cuz he starved to death after an arctic-vortex ten-foot snow event, and he couldn't get to any of his dead goats to eat them -- if he'd had a brain he woulda brought'em indoors with him like folks have always done."
"...lost interest when the whole sex and penis reference things started up -- "beast with two backs" -- kinda grosses me out...is he planning a threesome for Kenny and his little harem?"
"...not really much valuable or practical prepper info, just a lot of bragging about expensive high-tech gadgets..."
And finally (brace yourself):
"The story seems to have devolved into some lonely old pervert's quasi-utopian wet dream fantasy."
Sorry man, life sucks.
BTW, accessing the story thread in sequence does not seem possible. Make the chapters accessible as a group somehow, perhaps?
Cheers anyway,
FM