Book Description
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A vacationing soldier in Hawaii...
Earth's most active volcano, anxious to repeat itself...
Two murders involving love, madness, friendship, hippies, tsunamis, and the great hereafter...
DEATH BY FACEBOOK by Everett Peacock
Be careful what you say online
REVIEW:
A wildly inventive story about love, madness, friendship, hippies, tsunamis, murder and the great hereafter all in a vivid tropical setting. It is funny, fascinating and touching. If you have never been to the Big Island, this book will make you want to go. If you have been there, this will make you feel like you have returned.
The perfect book for a hammock and a tall drink.
A vacationing soldier in Hawaii...
Earth's most active volcano, anxious to repeat itself...
Two murders involving love, madness, friendship, hippies, tsunamis, and the great hereafter...
DEATH BY FACEBOOK by Everett Peacock
Be careful what you say online
REVIEW:
A wildly inventive story about love, madness, friendship, hippies, tsunamis, murder and the great hereafter all in a vivid tropical setting. It is funny, fascinating and touching. If you have never been to the Big Island, this book will make you want to go. If you have been there, this will make you feel like you have returned.
The perfect book for a hammock and a tall drink.
Editorial Reviews
Review
"This is an unusual book. Not really what I was expecting, but not in a disappointing fashion, quite the opposite." - V. Cano
"I would recommend this book for anyone wanting something fun to read. It also makes you think about how our online presence will live on after we are gone. " - Kathi Kellenberger
"This book floored me from the first few pages. A very serious and well-presented plot made me realize Peacock had gone in a totally different direction...a ghost story, and a non-conventional one at that." - Christopher Pinto, author of Murder Behind the Closet Door
"I would recommend this book for anyone wanting something fun to read. It also makes you think about how our online presence will live on after we are gone. " - Kathi Kellenberger
From the Author
Like the other half billion or so people using Facebook to keep in touch with friends, family and business I was reading a stream of posts one afternoon. Nothing unusual, just the steady flow of clever statements, complaints about the weather, about being sick, being in love, being lost.
One such person I had added to my "friends" list was a girl from high school I had known, not very well, but enough to say hi on Facebook. She was an active poster with more "friends" than most and you could tell she lived a great deal of her life online, on Facebook. On this particular afternoon she had posted about being sick with the flu and I scanned her last post with the same disinterest that I did about other such complaints.
However, the next day she was posting again, except this time it wasn't her doing the writing. It was her husband using her log-in to tell her friends that she had died during the night. He expressed how much his wife had enjoyed her social life with her Facebook friends, how she would come to bed at night relating all the wild and crazy stories she'd heard there. He signed that last post with his name and I naturally never saw another from her.
Facebook, of course, is just a another tool humans use to communicate. It was this lady's death though, announced online that cemented it in my mind as a tool that had grown up, one that was perfectly suited to announce such a finality. And, it became clear to me that with such maturity it was also a tool that could be expressed with a darker purpose.
Everett Peacock
February 27, 2011
Kula, Maui, Hawaii
One such person I had added to my "friends" list was a girl from high school I had known, not very well, but enough to say hi on Facebook. She was an active poster with more "friends" than most and you could tell she lived a great deal of her life online, on Facebook. On this particular afternoon she had posted about being sick with the flu and I scanned her last post with the same disinterest that I did about other such complaints.
However, the next day she was posting again, except this time it wasn't her doing the writing. It was her husband using her log-in to tell her friends that she had died during the night. He expressed how much his wife had enjoyed her social life with her Facebook friends, how she would come to bed at night relating all the wild and crazy stories she'd heard there. He signed that last post with his name and I naturally never saw another from her.
Facebook, of course, is just a another tool humans use to communicate. It was this lady's death though, announced online that cemented it in my mind as a tool that had grown up, one that was perfectly suited to announce such a finality. And, it became clear to me that with such maturity it was also a tool that could be expressed with a darker purpose.
Everett Peacock
February 27, 2011
Kula, Maui, Hawaii
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