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Excerpt from the New Novel, “The Chain,” PLUS a Giveaway

By Visiting Animal — January 29, 2014

Screen Shot 2014-01-27 at 6.39.27 PMWe reviewed Robin Lamont’s new novel, The Chain, on Episode 205 of our podcast. Here’s the short version: We loved it! How refreshing is it to read a really good book that we animal rights activists can relate to? It’s icing on that vegan cake when the book is a real page-turner, something you find yourself thinking about all day. The cherry on top? When that book is so good that you can give it to your meat-eating friends and they will just think you’re sharing a terrific book with them — not doing what you usually do, “pushing your agenda.” Ha! (Trust me: The book will make them think, too — in ways they didn’t expect to.) The audience for The Chain is indeed way, way beyond just those of us who care about animals. It’s for anyone — vegan or not — who appreciates an edge-of-your-seat read. But be forewarned: You’ll become obsessed. And that’s OK, because, lucky for us, this is the first in a series. Consider me addicted to Robin Lamont and everything she writes.

Today, we’re sharing an excerpt — Chapter One, in its entirety — with you. Of course, you’re going to want to go right out and buy your own copy, plus copies for your friends and families. Though flock members can get started reading right away. That’s because they’re getting the whole book for free right here on Our Hen House, starting today with Chapters One, Two, and Three. 

Want to win a copy of The Chain? Simply comment below and tell us what kind of fictional character you’d like to see in a novel. Are they vegan? Can you be more specific? Paint us a little picture of the type of character you would like to pop up the next time you’ve snuggled up to read. There are no right or wrong answers (though you get an extra high-five for creativity). You have until Midnight EST on Wednesday, Feb. 5, 2014, to enter. You may only enter one time. We’ll randomly select a winner on Feb. 6. (Flock members have an additional chance to win a copy, so be sure to check out the flock exclusive content.) 

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The Chain

Chapter 1

Frank Marino tightened his hands around the old laptop computer, wondering if his arthritic fingers had the will to part with it. The plastic casing was battered and scratched, but the hard drive held something invaluable. It held the truth – hours of secret recordings for which he’d risked everything. In a few minutes it would be lost forever.

Someone must have seen him and gone straight to Warshauer, who hadn’t made a straight out threat. He only said, “You have to think about Verna and Sophie.” Funny thing was when Frank first strapped on the hidden camera he was thinking about them. They deserved a better husband and father – a man who had principles. He’d tried to go through channels. After years of management giving him the brush-off, he’d written letters to the USDA, to OSHA, and the State Attorney General’s office … no response. Nothing. Not even acknowledge receipt of your letter. Screw them. He went on the internet and bought the spy camera. Just maybe he could do something that would reduce the suffering of the animals and the workers. Just maybe he could get his dignity back.

At least that’s what he was thinking until they found out.

He squinted through his car windshield into the darkness, expecting headlights at any moment. Bring everything, wait here, they said. Some computer geek from corporate wanted to see the footage. Probably delete it right then and there. Frank ran his tongue over his dry lips, dying for a drink. Then he closed his eyes while failure washed over him and worked its way into his bones.

A knock on the window startled him. A man motioned for Frank to unlock the passenger door, then slid in. He wore shiny leather gloves and carried an attaché case. Dark blond hair, clean shaven and well-dressed down to his Gucci loafers, he looked too sharp to be a tech nerd, Frank thought. Guys like this always made him feel stubby and dark-skinned, the way he remembered his Italian grandfather.

“You’re making the right decision, Frank,” the man said in an oddly collegial fashion. “You bring it?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, let me see.”

Frank unclenched his fingers and handed over the laptop. “What’s your name?” he asked as the man powered it up.

“Bloom,” was all he said. Bloom – first name, last name? Just before getting started, Bloom reached into an inside pocket of his jacket, took out a silver flask and drew a gentlemanly pull. As he re-corked it, Frank’s eyes locked onto the flask then flickered to the glove compartment.

Bloom noticed and said, “You don’t need an invitation from me.”

And because Frank wanted the alcohol more than he resented the stranger’s ability to see through him, he reached over and retrieved the pint of Jim Beam he kept for emergencies – that’s what he called it anyway. His wife took a dim view of the habit, accusing him of having emergencies every day based on the number of empty bottles she found in the trash. He was trying to cut back … but now was not the time. A little hair of the dog would settle his nerves. Frank unscrewed the cap, breaking the seal, and took a long drink. He felt the reassuring burn and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“This it?” asked Bloom, as the first shaky images came up on the computer screen.

“Yeah.” Frank looked away to avoid seeing the file deleted and with it a part of his soul, both about to be dispatched to an indifferent, black universe from which they could not be retrieved.

“Camera?” asked Bloom curtly.

Frank fumbled in his jacket pocket and removed the miniature video recorder. He gave it over to Bloom, who packed it in his attaché case crisply, matter-of-factly, like an exec wrapping up a business meeting.

“Okay, how about copies?” Bloom asked. “Surely you made a copy.”

“Nope.” Frank took another slug from the bottle.

“No?” Bloom pressed amiably.

“I said no, goddammit.”

“Okay, then. Any questions?”

“Damn straight,” said Frank. “No one goes near my wife and daughter, right?”

“Of course not. Not if you’re giving me everything.”

Frank screwed up as much bravado as he could. “If anything happens to either of them, I’ll kill you,” he said flatly.

Bloom glanced at him with a mixture of curiosity and pity, and Frank curled his  fist into a ball. But suddenly feeling weak, he covered his anger the only way he knew – by taking another drink.

“How did they find out I was taping?” he asked.

“Someone saw you with the camera inside,” replied Bloom coolly. “We were curious what you planned to do with it, so we got your cell phone from your locker and put in a piece of spyware.”

Frank shook his head in disbelief. “Shit. So you know about the girl? You listened to all our conversations?”

“We did.”

A chill went down the back of Frank’s neck. “I’m supposed to meet with her tomorrow.” It must have been the bourbon on an empty stomach, but an overwhelming sleepiness was trying to lock down his brain. He shook the fog from his head and tried to reassure the man. “Look, I’m not going to risk … I’ll make something up, tell her I changed my mind … I won’t say a word.” The sound of his own voice seemed to be coming from far away.

“Of course not,” Bloom replied. “Listen Frank, I’ve got a question for you. How did you get the conversation on tape?”

“What?” It was so close in the car, Frank struggled for air. He tried to take a deep breath, but his chest felt constrained by a slowly tightening band.

“I said how did you get Bannerman and your boss Warshauer on tape?”

“Crawl space. Sent me down there. Rats. Too many rats, gotta put … poison … in the ducts.”

Bloom nodded in understanding. Sure, there must be air ducts running through the offices that ended in the crawl space below the building. A ten or twelve inch duct would probably magnify the sound of people speaking in the office upstairs – and there was Frank recorder-ready. Incredible. A perfect shit-storm.

Frank wanted to impress on Bloom that neither his wife nor daughter knew anything about it. But something had gone terribly wrong and he couldn’t think of the words. So tired. The bottle slipped out of his hand and fell between his legs, spilling out the last two inches of whiskey on the floor mat. He gripped the steering wheel and managed to fire off a final salvo. “You people are … scumbags. All of you, Warshauer, Bann’man, and fuckin’ Seldon Marsh…”

“That’s not my area,” said Bloom, watching him carefully.

“Whuss your area?”

Frank’s heart slowed to a death march beat, his skin was cold and clammy, he could barely breathe. Unable to fight anymore, he rested his forehead on the steering wheel and let himself be pulled into the black.

“This,” said Bloom. He waited a few more moments until he knew that Frank wasn’t coming back. “This is my area.”

And then he got to work.


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(6) Readers Comments

  1. January 29, 2014 at 11:12 am

    I recently just back into reading fiction and animal compassion type of books. I need to delve in the animal manifesto I bought and I have a bunch of other titles imam interested in. The premise of this book grabbed me right away and I know it is now a must read. a few weeks ago I looked for a diction book with vegan in it and I found one based with a vampire family which is perfect since I love vampires and vegans. On the serious side, I would so enjoy to read a fiction story about a character that learns about veganism, spreads the word, becomes an activist, and starts his or her own sanctuary. Honestly, any new novel like this one that shines a light into the vegan lifestyle, animal cruelty, animal rights, and the such, I would love to read.

  2. Nikki R.
    January 29, 2014 at 11:24 am

    I'd like to see a strong female character. Of course she is vegan as well as an eco-feminist anarchist! She's confident, introspective, smart, and sensitive. She mainly struggles with the world's problems and not with her own drama- she see's the world as deeply flawed and is constantly disappointed by it. Even so- she continues fighting the good fight and thinks of new and creative ways to solve the worlds most pressing problems, especially by empowering others and removing the veil of ignorance, apathy, and lethargy that blankets the earth. -Nikki R.

  3. January 29, 2014 at 6:22 pm

    I would like to see more intersectionality bein written into fictional characters, especially in a story that looks at animal rights. Having a female and/or non-cissexual protagonist would be incredibly refreshing, and opens up an opportunity to make clear connections between the way our patriarchal society views women, LGBTQ folk, and animals.

  4. January 29, 2014 at 7:07 pm

    I would love to read a novel that includes a character who transitions to veganism, having them start out as someone with zero to little awareness about animal issues but by the end of the book is a fully committed and passionate vegan!

  5. January 29, 2014 at 10:20 pm

    I'd love to see characters that are vegan, but that is not necessarily the point of the story. I love reading fantasy books or certain young adult books , but I really notice the lack of consideration to animals in the books. Lots of fantastical feasts of seventeen types of animals in fantasy worlds. If there was a character who could bring their own convictions to the general day to day life of their story, while still being involved in the greater epic, I think this would be a good way to get people to start to think about it. Lots of people might not choose to read a book specifically centered around AR because they might find it too confronting and become defensive, but these themes can be woven in to other genres and end up having a much greater audience. Plus it will make me happy when I read them as well!

  6. wormtowngirl
    February 4, 2014 at 10:30 pm

    I'd like to see a middle-aged vegan school teacher/athlete with a couple of grown children and a cranky, omnivore, former-chef husband. She could have all kinds of tiny adventures in her hard-luck mill town and become beloved by all. Kind of like Edith Bunker only with Airseal boots.

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