Book Review: Afro Puffs are the Antennae of the Universe

Desiree Quicho just needs a little downtime from work. She wants to go home, relax, hang out with her friends, make some progress on the house she’s building… you know, normal stuff.

…Except Captain Desiree Quicho and the crew of the Aerie have to get a few things taken care of first. No worries, it’s nothing they can’t handle, they just have to save the world—one last damn time.

Brothers Jetstream Volume 2: Afro Puffs are the Antennae of the Universe, published by Obsidian Sky Books is author Zig Zag Claybourne’s sequel to his 2015 novel, The Brothers Jetstream: Leviathan

“I like to think it’s a title James Baldwin would have jotted listening to Buckwheat Zydeco and Rev Horton Heat.” ~ Zig Zag Claybourne

Before the show, er, movie – wait—it’s a book—begins…  is it really a book? Just because it’s stuck between two covers doesn’t mean it can’t expand beyond literary confines. Anyway, before the experience begins, the author offers a soundtrack to enhance your reading experience. Go for it. It’s an astoundingly cool, diverse playlist. Afro Puffs is a movie-like experience, and we’re well past the days of silent movies. You might as well have a bucket of popcorn at hand, too.

Afro Puffs is a sci-fi, space-blazing, shoot-em-up adventure. It’s an existential mind trip. It’s a chick flick. It’s an action-packed 1980s romp. It’s a bevy of badass beauties. It’s a catalog of smooth lines you wish you’d said first. But make no mistake – beneath the dazzle there’s a dance floor made of pure, solid plot, which effortlessly supports our sassy dancers.

You’re intrigued, aren’t you? I know you are. If you need a nibble before Afro Puffs are the Antennae of the Universe releases in December 2020, bounce over to Midwest Black Speculative Fiction Alliance to read an excerpt. While you’re there, bookmark the site for further exploration.

Zig Zag Claybourne is the author of The Brothers Jetstream: LEVIATHAN, Neon Lights, Historical Inaccuracies, By All Our Violent Guides and In the Quiet Spaces (the latter two under C.E. Young). He remains forever pissed that the ZZC on Earth 44872 awakes every morning to pancakes (or even blueberry blintzes, the fancy bastard) with Sheila E, but that’s his issue to deal. Find him too easily on the web at www.writeonrighton.com.