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Death, a Biography, is a fictional horror novel. It is crass, violent, profane, and not meant for the light hearted reader. Imagine living in a world surrounded by fools. For years your frustration grows, and no matter what you try to do you cannot free yourself from the preverbal ideocracy. Nom DePlume is just such a man, only one day he is granted the dearest wish of his heart. Nom, a grad student working as a truck driver is: intelligent, well educated, and the sort of person who always can find a reason to have a chip on his shoulder. One day while driving in Texas he finds that he has the ability to wish death on those he hates. Being scientifically minded, Nom proceeds to experiment searching out the scopes of his new found powers. He begins in Texas, a state he despises. As he moves on from each experiment, he picks his prey to match some facet of modern western life that he hates. Each receive a fate customized to match what Nom feels they did wrong. Nom then travels home to Michigan after initially defining his new role in life. In Michigan he uses his powers to settle a few old scores and family business. A run-in with an old friend convinces him that he is being selfish for not using his god like powers to better mold humanity. The end of the book sees him taking on the leader of the free world. Nom now personifying Death, learns that he has a true foe, Life.Nom will return.

Death: A Biography

One of the things Nom had most enjoyed about being a truck driver, was that driving an eighteen wheeler meant that you could legitimately be away from home for months on end. He came to treasure no longer being an active element in the family politics.


After the discovery of his powers, Nom found himself in a position to settle old scores. Not wanting to rush in, he spent Thursday wondering around his old home town. The morning was dedicated to brief visits to his aunt Tiesa, uncle Nomi, and grandfather's attorney.


Later he went down to Wayne State University, his alma mater. There he had lunch with an old professor he was rather fond of. Dr. Genoa had taught a course on Meta physics. Nom had loved how constructs like The Doctrine of Temporal Parts messed with his head. It was a pleasant feeling. 


During lunch, he and Dr. Genoa went round and around, over whether a time traveling Abraham Lincoln would have been able to assassinate himself. The conclusions was that if Lincoln could kill himself in the past, then he had free will, but causality would become a myth. He would not be able to travel into the past to kill himself, since he would be dead before his departure. The inverse denied him free will. It was a fantastic afternoon.


That evening Nom went back to his hotel and settled in. The next day was Friday. Friday and Sunday were the main impromptu gathering days for his family at the Manor. On Fridays his grandfather, being a good catholic, would serve fish. Since it was the first Friday of the month, it would be a prime fish steak, tuna or swordfish thought Nom. The kind of meal that Chegaboud and Thodigs would never turn down. 


For months Nom had avoided them as if they carried the plague, going so far as to commit the cardinal sin of not attending holidays at the Manor. But now that things were different. Nom looked forward to seeing the look on the face of two men he so despised, all while he decided their fates. Up to this point, he had intentionally avoided thinking on what would be appropriate punishment for their deeds. Inspiration, true inspiration, was an element of the moment, and a long brooding subconscious.


The invention of cruelty