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November 2032. Joe Benton has just been elected the forty-eighth president of the United States. Only days after winning, Benton learns from his predecessor that previous estimates regarding the effect of global warming on rising sea levels have been grossly underestimated. With the world frighteningly close to catastrophe, Benton must save the United States from environmental devastation. He resumes secret bilateral negotiations with the Chinese--the world's worst polluter--and as the two superpowers lock horns, the ensuing battle of wits becomes a race against time. With tension escalating on almost every page and building to an astonishing climax, Matthew Glass's visionary and deeply unsettling thriller steers us into the dark heart of political intrigue and a future that is all too believable.
it. And on critical issues, you execute the policy I authorize. But I’ve promised you I’ll always hear what you’ve got to say, and I’ll protect your ability within the administration to say it. Now, if I was you, I’d be asking myself whether Yale’s a more attractive proposition.” Olsen shook his head slowly. “If you find this a little hard to believe,” said Joe Benton, “that makes two of us.” “Does Alan Ball know about this?” “No,” said Benton. He wondered again if what he was doing
small a group as possible, including only those who had an essential contribution to make either to the analysis or the strategy. He still hadn’t involved Angela Chavez. And after discussion with John Eales, he had decided against involving Andrea Powers, his nominee for secretary of environment, on the grounds that her contribution would come later, in enforcement. But Ben Hoffman was present. Benton had decided they couldn’t go much further without his chief of staff knowing what was going on,
that we’re going to be able to sell a whole bigger package from the start.” Hoffman considered it. “I want you to think about it, Ben. Set up a time with John and me and we can have a discussion.” Hoffman nodded. “Whose side are you on, by the way? Alan or Larry’s?” “I didn’t know there were sides.” “No?” Benton shrugged. “You know, I was as surprised as anyone that I appointed Larry. But he was cogent. And he made me see something in a way I hadn’t seen it before. When that
context, it’s a reflection of an internal tension that’s too subtle for us to see right now. So we should come back to what we need to decide today, which is what we do now.” Benton agreed. What he wanted out of this meeting was a conclusion, even if only a preliminary one, about what should be done next. “Go ahead, Larry,” he said. Olsen glanced at him. Benton knew what was in that look. Inevitably, there was a residue left from his accusation about the leak. “Go ahead,” said Benton
excellent English.” The president nodded. “I interrupted you.” Knight cleared his throat. “He said the issues are grave. They require much thought. They will affect the lives of our children and our children’s children. He gave me a letter, sir. He asked me to be sure to deliver it to you personally.” Knight pulled a plain envelope out of his jacket pocket. He unbuckled his seat belt and handed it to the president. On the envelope was written, “For the President of the United States.”