Publisher: Chapman Park (September 11, 2017)
Category: Memoir, Non-Fiction, Social Activism, Women Empowerment
Tour dates: Sept/Oct, 2018
Available in Print and ebook, 299 pages
The true story of a life intertwined with the utopian ideas of an American genius.
A mind-blowing two-day interview with iconic futurist Buckminster Fuller in 1982 Chicago leads an overeager advertising copywriter to promise she’ll share his urgent messages with the world. She has no idea what she is getting herself into, scarcely understanding what he is talking about.
When his dire predictions come true on America’s worst day (9/11) she must face up to her commitment, which morphs into a fiery obsession thanks to unsettling discoveries about Bucky’s archives further confirming the truth of his warnings. Her outsized passions threaten her relationships and her sanity as she grapples furiously to bring his ideas back into the world.
This heartrending karmic tell-all memoir is about climbing out of comfort zones to find your own voice and make a difference in the world. It also gives readers a charming introduction to the ideas of a long lost genius you’ve probably never heard of.
Praise Girl From Spaceship Earth by Patricia Ravasio
Named Adventure Book of the Month by Hipcamp, October, 2017
“This is a well written, easy to read, girl empowering non fiction story that engages young adult readers.”-ToadHallLibrarian (WorldCat)
“An amazing personal journey that will simultaneously break your heart and mend it.” – Contempobook
“This world changing book makes a great holiday gift.”-Life…Successfully
“This is a great book! Pat Fields is a fledgling journalist who gets the opportunity of a lifetime to interview Buckminster Fuller. He gives her more than just an interview, he gives her a mission to save the world. This book would make such a great movie. 5 stars!”-Crimson, Goodreads
A stocky older man in a brown suit marched into the room carrying a plywood box, something like a fruit crate. He reminded me of the banker man on the Monopoly cards, almost totally bald, but instead of a mustache he had bulging eyes from behind thick black-rimmed eyeglasses that made him look way too intense.
He stopped in the middle of the room, set the plywood box down on the floor not too far from where we stood and stepped up onto it. He touched his fingers together lightly as if he were trying to create an invisible ball with them, and while holding his hands that way he turned around slowly in a circle, looking carefully at all of us.
People laughed nervously as he circled around a second time. His eyes came to rest on Roger and then on me. He stopped. I wondered if he was soaking up our energy or maybe even reading our minds. I tried to think good thoughts, so he wouldn’t know I was judging him a rather odd little man, what with his comically protruding eyeballs and roundish belly.
He took a silver pocket watch out of his vest, closed his eyes for a moment, then snapped them open. “It’s five minutes until midnight!” He nearly shouted, as if he were the white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. “What are we going to do?” He threw his arms out wide.
There was nervous laughter from behind us. A man coughed, then couldn’t stop coughing. I hoped Bucky would mention the stupidity of all the cigarette smoke, but he had bigger problems on his mind.
“Humanity is undergoing its final examination.” He smiled as if that might ease the pain of the bad news. “Whether or not we pass this test will be completely up to the integrity of the individual.”
I felt like I was falling into a hole. I had no idea what in- tegrity was, which probably meant I didn’t have it. I squeezed Daddy’s hand. His crinkly eyes met mine. He squeezed back.
“Survival of humanity will be up to each of us, each in- dividual.” Bucky’s eyes came to rest on Roger, who then, unbelievably, shouted out like an idiot.
“Don’t look at me!”
The crowd roared with laughter. I thought I might faint, but Bucky just smiled. “All children are born geniuses, and you, young man, are no exception.”
Roger elbowed me hard in the ribs. His face turned a ridiculous shade of pink as Bucky went on to explain that everyone, young and old, must focus on the big picture and view the universe all at once. We must become comprehensivists, he said, because overspecialization would cause our extinction.
He looked down at Roger and me again. “You children will still be breathing this sweet Earthian air long after I am gone. You will lead the way to a new world beyond war. You will prepare for peace by converting our resources from weaponry to livingry. If we only prepare for war, that’s all we’ll ever know.”
I imagined fighter jets delivering food and medicine to the naked children we’d seen running through the streets of Vietnam on television. Massive cruise ships with over- flowing buffet tables could serve the starving African children in National Geographic magazine. How good would it feel to be an American if we did these things instead of dropping bombs on people?
“We are the first species to understand we have the po- tential to destroy all life on our planet,” he said. “The first species to understand we have this choice.”
I looked over to see if Mummy was paying attention, but she was stooped down listening to Sarah, who wasn’t much interested in Bucky sorts of things, once you got past the geodesic dome and other eye candy like his three-wheeled car and hanging house.
“Now, I know there aren’t many women here today,” Bucky said. “But women’s leadership is very important for the future. Men need to understand this. Only women are continuous. Only women are hardwired for compassion and empathy.”
His eyes landed on me. Staring right at me, as if to make sure I was paying attention, he said, “Tomorrow’s women have the future of humanity in their hands. They must step up and lead the world.”
His words flowed into my brain as clearly as sparkling water. Everything inside me lit up at the thought that women had an edge in the long run, and that I might be part of a great revolution. It was my turn to jab an elbow into Roger. Never had I heard anyone speak with such authority about things that mattered. Maybe those thick glasses of his gave him such perfect vision he could see into the future.
Patricia Ravasio has won awards for her radio journalism, advertising copywriting, real estate sales and community volunteerism. This is her first book, which she decided to publish on Election Night, 2016, when she realized how quickly time was running out on humanity’s clock. The Mother of three happy and ferocious grown Bucky girls, Patricia lives in Northern California with her husband of thirty years and two dogs.
This giveaway is for the winner’s choice of one print or ebook copy of the book. Print is open to Canada and the U.S. only and ebook is available worldwide.This giveaway ends October 31, 2018, midnight pacific time. Entries are accepted via Rafflecopter only.
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