3 of 5 stars.
In many video games, there is a master code or key to unlock special levels or even to alter the play of the game perhaps to elevate it to a Deity level. But life doesn’t work like a video game. Usually . . . for most of us. Others are born to privilege. And that unlocks special levels or, well, you get the analogy.
This short tale opens on this very metaphor by discussing a 1990’s video game that had hidden within it the “Corridors of Power” that were all but required to win the game. Then, the tale takes a right turn and shows a night on the town with three artists at different points in their social achievements. The night wends from a typical nightclub with some maybe interested patrons and dealers to a posh Members Only institution that shows just how not-a-member the artists are.
As the artist pry into deeper, more restricted areas of the institution, they stumble into the folks that make the city’s and country’s political decisions as if it were a family meeting. A couple snide comments could cost generations of artists funding for the foreseeable future . . .
This tale appears in the anthology An Unreliable Guide to London by Influx Press, London. I received my copy of this anthology directly from one of the contributing authors through bookreviewdirectory.wordpress.com.
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