It's a very rough outline at this point but I would not mind some feedback if you don't mind that the main story plot has yet to be written.
In sum, there's been a world war and the only country in the West that was untouched by the initial mayhem was Portugal. As the story moves on in later chapters I'm going to get into the prospect of a new and resurgent Portugal merged with Spain as an unchallenged global superpower.
What follows is some of the foreword of the story:
wut, Portugal was missed because none of the targeting computers could find it on a map ?
arroz doce and porto FTW !
you could use a redoubt in Asturia, the NW part of Iberia... otherwise its
better to use the Pyrenees.
Portugal is a small country, unable to support a large population.
Strategically, Sicily / Corsica / Sardinia would be easier to defend,
and an even less important place to start. But no big cities.
I guess it would depend where the resurgence goes;
thru France along the Alps and North, or hopping over the Atlantic,
reconquering Argentina / Brazil first, to get land, resources and population.
Good luck with it Bart
My initial impressions: an wholly interesting take using Portugal that way. I also like the buildup as you have it so far.
If I could any sort of advice, not as a writer, but as someone who's read a lot of political thrillers, this is my pet peeve in the genre; try to avoid casting politicians in left/right, right/wrong, hawk/dove terms. Tom Clancy, Larry Bond, Vince Flynn all spin a good yarn, but it always annoys me that the politicians are always so one-dimensional.
i.e: Lefty politicians almost always care about themselves and will put (insert person, or country here) in peril due to their narcissism. Conversely, the soldiers and hawkish politicians are always right no matter what.
Take Jack Bauer for example (I realise he's not a literary example, thank you). On 24 Jack is always right and rarely faces repercussions for his actions. I'm quite sure you and the other ex-soldiers (and current ones too) would tell you that someone like that wouldn't last a day in the real world.
Anyway, that's my two cents. Good luck writing.
Portugal resisted Spain for a thousand years, even with the threat of the Moors. Why unify now?
Your backgrounder sounds interesting, but I'm not sure I would agree with Spain/Portugal as a global superpower. Even if WW3 goes nuclear in your novel, I don't know if that alone is enough for them to be a superpower - what about Brazil? I can definitely see India being drawn into WW3 (if only by a spiteful, possibly nuked China), but I don't see anyone in South America doing much more than ducking down and hoping the fallout stays in the Northern Hemisphere.
Sure there was a time when Spain and Portugal were both major world powers, but modern powers need industrial might (and a strong economy and currency), as well as a large population, and a surplus of natural resources. Those economic pillars allow democratic nations to develop a powerful military, which makes a nation a global power.
Still, if you want to make Spain/Portugal a superpower, probably the easiest way would be for them to have developed some major technological innovation - like fusion power, anti-gravity tech, etc. Basically they need something that gives them a huge edge over much larger nations like Russia and China (even if portions of them may still be glowing).
FYI - I'm not trying to pick apart your idea, just offering up some honest feedback.
Anyways - on writing...
I would suggest coming up with a plot and an initial list of characters first. If the full plot is too hard right now, just build a basic three act structure - beginning, middle, end. The beginning and the end are usually the shortest bits, introducing characters and setting up the universe and wrapping up the story.
Maybe your story will focus on the rise of a middle class Lisbon kid to international figure/soldier/politician/etc. For example, based on my above suggestion, the beginning would introduce the protagonist and any other major characters. The middle is the meat of the story and probably 2/3 of the book. The end is what happens to the protagonist and any other major characters (assuming they survived this long).
Then take take info-dump you have written above and spread it out as dialog, instead of using several pages of narrative. Narrative is fine, but if you drop that on readers heads in the beginning in that form, you'll turn lots of them off.
My own novel started out as the telling of a zombie apocalypse in Canada from several POVS - average person, police officer and soldier. Occasionally, I had to add in extraneous characters to flesh out the story - victims, politicians, other cops/soldiers/average people/etc.
So I started by introducing the hero and a cop and then slowly introduced the zombies. They reacted to the situation and over time, the soldier appeared. Then the story developed and some characters lived and some died. Eventually, the story line came to its end and so did the book. Then I started working on its two sequels!
Not plausible. Cthulhu ate Lisbon in 2012 so there's no point in setting any stories there.
Thanks everyone. Much appreciated on the comments.
To address a few things I'd like to start by just saying that this is the foreword and not even Chapter One. I'm setting the background for a story that will pick up in the early 2100's - well after the events that will be described in the foreword from the perspective of accepted history.
Why Portugal? For the exact reason that no one would expect it. Also, the idea of it becoming a superpower is not at all so farfetched given that it was the world's first major power to begin with and their empire outlasted the empires of France, Spain, Germany, Italy, Austria, and England. They're also such a non-threat to anyone right now that they'd also not be a target for anyone in a major global conflict.
That sets them up to be the only Western country in the world to be untouched by war and I build it up from there.
And, yes, there is no left/right in the story. I intend to ignore these concepts in the story itself and to leave that kind of perception/conclusion to the reader.
Thanks again!
Boots gives good advice. Just finished novel number four and a solid background is a must. From a geopolitical point of view I think your background is interesting. My books revolve around a geopolitical reality that began with a civil war in China that goes nuclear and engulfs India and Pakistan which eventually turns all of the 'Stan's into a massive UN refugee dump.
Anyway, keep us updated. You'll be writer number four here (that we know of)
I tried writing a Sci-Fi novel but soon became lost in my own dreamworld.
Keep it up Bart, let me know when there's a book signing.
I told this tale earlier, but this is my Portugal story:
There were these 4 young guys who decided they`d do the European backpacking tour after first-year of university. So, off they went, toured around and some months later arrived in Portugal. Let`s call these boys Hughey, Barry, Johnny and Lem, err, Remmy. One night in Lisbon, the 4 boys were out having a few beers at the bar and 4 young ladies came up to their table and introduced themselves (not surprising, good looking boys, Remmy especially). The girls were from Ottawa and had recognized the Queen’s jacket Hughey was wearing. So they hung out and had some laughs and Hughey and Johnny asked 2 of the girls if they’d like to go dancing down the block at the disco. Barry and Remmy agreed to hang out and wait for the other 2 girls who’d gone to the bar.
When the girls get back, like, 2 minutes later, Barry and Remmy ask them if they want to go dancing with the others. They say “sure” and they pound their drinks and leave the bar. They walk a short way down the street and it’s a melee, a massive street fight on. Right in the middle of it are Hughey and Johnny. So Barney (that’s what they called Barry most of the time) and Remmy dive in to help out their buddies. It was retarded! Hordes of little Portuguese guys. They’d run in and take a punch and disappear. The boys were flailing, their elbows swinging like a basketball player ripping a rebound, just to keep the attackers off. At one point Hughey had a guy come at him with a broken bottle. Another of the Portuguese had a goddamn sword. Somebody took a Mickey Mantle baseball swing at Johnny’s head with a 2x4. It hit Johnny’s shoulder just enough to graze the blow or he’d have been dead right there. Remmy was grabbed from behind. He turned and punched the guy square in the mouth, immediately recognizing that the guy with the busted face was a Lisbon police officer. Remmy put his hands up and was the first dragged away to the cop car and taken to jail.
A half-hour or so later, Barry gets tossed into the cell. Barry and Remmy are beat-the-fuck-up, but have NO idea what happened or why there was a fight or anything...clueless. Barry goes right to sleep, Remmy not for some time later. Then Remmy is grabbed awake and drilled square in the face with an elbow (must have been that cop from the street earlier). Remmy knelt on his hands and knees and looked at the cop’s gun on his hip and thought...SERIOUSLY THOUGHT about going for the gun. He was almost sure it was life or death right there.
Hours later, Johnny arrives. He’d been taken to the hospital for stitches from the 2x4. Remmy and Barney, OF COURSE, want to know right away what the fuck that was all about, and wondered: did Johnny know that the cops were going to kill the lot of them straight away? So Johnny explained that he and Hughey had kicked the mirrors off a car, drunk, walking to the club. There was a house-party in a second-floor flat overlooking the street and someone had seen them vandalize a party-goer’s car. The party emptied out on the street to confront Johnny and Hughey and the fracas was on. Hughey was finally captured and dragged to the klink shortly thereafter.
Sometime early the next morning (this is Sunday morning now) they finally get a cop that can speak English down to see the boys. They literally take the 4 kids up to the roof of the police station, like straight out of a Gene Hackman movie, and tell them: “Here’s your passports, go to your billet, get your shit, get your Europasses and get the fuck out of Portugal today or you’ll be going before a judge tomorrow”. That’s my Portuguese deportation story, as told to me by someone who was actually there
What a dumb story.. why would anyone be chasing Canadian girls in Portugal ?
We weren't chasing them...they were just there and spoke English. And "dumb story?" You don't have a story anywhere close to as good as that!
hehehe Sounds similar to my first trip to Acapulco....only thing was the wetback cops deserved what they got....Mexican jails are a sobering experience, but aren't so bad when there are more than a dozen other gringos in there with you.....and none of them were ass bandits.
FWIW, don't ever fall into the Mack Bolan weapon fetish BS so common now:
"He pulled the Walther pistol and..." is fine.
"He pulled the customized Walther chambered in .40 with the contra rotating quarfsnapple and right slegged Micro rail snarfgoon..." is not fine.
Thanks in advance.