The Arrest isn't post-apocalypse. It isn't a dystopia. It isn't a utopia. It's just what
happens when much of what we take for granted - cars guns computers and airplanes for
starters - quits working... Before the Arrest Sandy Duplessis had a reasonably good life as a
screenwriter in L.A. An old college friend and writing partner the charismatic and malicious
Peter Todbaum had become one of the most powerful men in Hollywood. That didn't hurt. Now
post-Arrest nothing is what it was. Sandy who calls himself Journeyman has landed in rural
Maine. There he assists the butcher and delivers the food grown by his sister Maddy at her
organic farm. But then Todbaum shows up in an extraordinary vehicle: a retrofitted
tunnel-digger powered by a nuclear reactor. Todbaum has spent the Arrest smashing his way
across a fragmented and phantasmagorical United States trailing enmities all the way. Plopping
back into the siblings' life with his usual odious panache his motives are entirely unclear.
Can it be that Todbaum wants to produce one more extravaganza? Whatever he's up to it may fall
to Journeyman to stop him. Written with unrepentant joy and shot through with just the right
amount of contemporary dread The Arrest is speculative fiction at its absolute finest.
