Martin Little’s World
Martin Little, Resurrected is a quirky and original novel, a mildly-controversial social satire set in contemporary Britain. Written in first person from a male point of view, it is essentially a light-hearted journey of discovery and self-improvement which blends the daily irritations of today’s life with an unusual and unexpected setting.
Martin is a young professional, well-educated but socially-awkward. As a result of the worst day of his life, he finds himself in an impossible situation. Somehow, he has to find enough strength and resourcefulness to adapt and save himself and his friends from a horrible fate.
It doesn’t come easily, but Martin manages to set aside his snobbish hang-ups and inhibitions, and work together with his newly-acquired friends, a band of lawless misfits whom he despises.
The plot thickens and picks up pace as the loop of officialdom trips them up and the long arm of the law threatens to catch up with them.
PRAISE FOR MARTIN LITTLE, RESURRECTED
- Martin Little, Resurrected is a clever and imaginative piece of fiction. I don’t want to elaborate too much on the plot for fear of introducing a spoiler, but suffice it to say that the writer does a wonderful job of grabbing the reader from the start and not letting go. The journey includes colorful characters–each loveably flawed–for whom you’ll enthusiastically root, and a well-paced story that will keep you guessing at its direction. The writing is sharp and humorously mocks the bureaucracy of everyday life. Fans of fun, witty, and quirky reads will especially enjoy this novel. (Marie Fostino)
Pure escapism. I picked up this book knowing nothing about it, but within a few pages the unique writing style and pace had me hooked. The story itself is extremely fantastical but don’t let that put you off; dive in, and just go with it, it’s worth it. (Brian R.)
- Martin Little, Resurrected is an insightful, compelling, fun, fast-paced, and humorous read. It is easy to care about the main character, because his day-to-day life is so recognizable and sympathetic. I don’t want to put any spoilers in this review, but I will say that the novel takes a delightful and, for me, an unexpected turn soon after the opening scene. I got caught up in Martin’s story from page one, and I appreciated the change in him as the story progressed through his many adventures. It made me think about how I treat people, and reminded me that we can all be a little bit better/nicer if we try. The story was well-written and highly imaginative; it flowed nicely from start to end, and left me quite satisfied. I definitely recommend Martin Little, Resurrected, and hope to see more from Ella Medler! (J. West)
Martin Little, Resurrected was a fun read that will make you smile over and over again. It has so much going for it. Ms. Medler has a lighthearted, storytelling voice that suits this genre perfectly. I can’t wait to see what her next book will bring. Ms. Ella builds the characters in such a way, you find yourself turning the pages because you want to see what happens next. She is incredible with her words. The book has just the right balance of humor and real-life feel. My heart repeatedly went out to Martin who seemed to be the only one tripping over his own feet. (And I thought I had bad luck) The book showed the readers the main reason that total opposites are able to become friends because of one major thing that linked them for life. I honestly felt like I was reading about real people. This is one of the best books I have read in quite some time. It drew me in from the very beginning and kept my attention all the way through. I fell in love with some of the characters, (others, I loved to hate). I laughed and bit my nails as Martin found himself in yet another predicament. I found myself feeling as if I knew him personally. I felt like I was watching his life unfold around me. Ms. Medler obviously poured her soul into this, and it shows. I’m impressed. I hesitate to go into any detail because I would hate to be a spoiler, but the characters are exceptionally well-developed and the plotline is solid. I was drawn in and enveloped by the world Medler created. Indie books are often a toss-up. This one is a definite winner. I read the book quickly and will be looking for more books to read by this talented author. I enjoyed it! If you want to know what heaven looks like, get this book. Medler describes her version of it flawlessly! (K. S. Haigwood)
- Martin Little, Resurrected is a clever and imaginative piece of fiction. I don’t want to elaborate too much on the plot for fear of introducing a spoiler, but suffice it to say that the writer does a wonderful job of grabbing the reader from the start and not letting go. The journey includes colorful characters–each loveably flawed–for whom you’ll enthusiastically root, and a well-paced story that will keep you guessing at its direction. The writing is sharp and humorously mocks the bureaucracy of everyday life. Fans of fun, witty, and quirky reads will especially enjoy this novel. (Carrie Rubin)
What a great ride!! Ella, I must say, I found myself dreaming about heaven, and having wings of my own, night after night. The writing is wonderful! Your attention to detail took me away with each and every word. I must say, in the beginning of the book, I kept telling Martin to MAN UP! I quickly loved his character, found myself relating to him in so many different ways. The “Heavenly” process had me both chuckling and wondering, “is that really what happens?”. I would definitely recommend this book. It’s a refreshing change to what I normally read. I hope there’s a book 2 in the works, I need to know what happens next! (Liz Cabrejos)
- Why would you ever want a story’s protagonist to be an insecure, boring, “by-the-book” man with a somewhat pessimistic outlook on life?! Well, let Ella Medler take you by the hand and show you exactly why. She takes a self-conscious, nerdy, disgruntled Martin and lets him take the front seat in the story by telling it from his perspective.
The novel is a humorous ride through an alternative world, where Heaven is an inefficient bureaucracy and Hell, frankly, sounds like a place you may want to hang out.
Revolving around a limited number of characters, the story gives you ample opportunity to get attached to each one of them. However, nobody grows through the course of the story more than Martin, and it’s wonderful for us readers to be tagging along for his “self-discovery” journey. Well written, sprinkled with humour and subtly poking fun at dysfunctional systems in our the real world, this book will keep you thoroughly entertained. (Nest)
Ok, this one is kind of difficult for me. Not because it is beyond my skills of reading / reviewing, but there is not one thing I don’t like about it. Martin Little completely caught me off guard. I did not want to stop until the end.
Chapter 1 jumps right into the action and story. Starting with Martin drinking a cup of hot chocolate. You did hear me right. You start to get a decent feel for Martin and his character in this chapter. We are also introduced to the other, main characters along with a few hints about them. The story does start off innocently with Martin having a mundane life. After finishing chapter 1, I was completely absorbed and wanted more. Chapter 2 is where the fun begins.
The main characters were well developed throughout the story. The way Martin evolved and learned is very impressive. His self-discovery and progression were not predictible. The supporting characters are well written and developed, especially in the main scenes / settings. Character interaction is a good combination of unpredictibilty at times.
Ella creates a very interesting and unique concept of Heaven in this book. I love this part the most. The only thing I will reveal here: Combine various elements and you have a new creation. Seriously, even this element, almost everyone can relate to. Her concept of heaven is one main aspect that kept me reading and wanting more. I can not say enough about this aspect of the story and scenes.
Overall: this is one of the best books I have ever read. Marting Little, Resurrected is beyond anything I expected. I did not want to stop reading. The characters are believable. The plot has a lot of, unexpected turns. Scenes and visualization is well written and for the mind to see. Character interaction / conflict / development: very easy to believe; especially in the situations they are placed in. The end is unexpected on a high note. If I could give this book higher than 5, I would. Great Job, Ella Medler! Much success with this one.
This is the first book I have reviewed by this author. It will not be the last. (Nights Dream)
My blood was starting to boil at the unfair way I was being treated. I turned around to the angel behind the counter.
“Can I have another complaint form, please?”
“You must make another appointment.”
“But I am here now.”
“We are too busy, now.”
I looked around at the empty room. “You cannot be serious, there’s no one else here,” I rebelled.
The angel stared straight at me with a contemptuous expression for a long moment. Then he pulled the blind down.
I heard my mouth open with a pop, in astonishment.
“Way to go, Martin,” Vee’s voice intruded from behind me.
I stared deep into her eyes, and it was as if I could see her soul. How was it possible that inside one person you could find so many conflicting features? Vee could be adorable and decent and caring, but her alter ego lay deep in the darkest shadow.
And so I realised I could never be with her. I was far too involved than was good for either of us. She was impulsive, impetuous, a slave to her own momentary flights of fancy. I was too… tame, too sensible. No fun to be with. If trouble was fun to her, then… she was right. Maybe the best path for me, if I ever got away from all this unscathed, would be to settle down with a domesticated woman whom I could learn to love, eventually, as much as I loved Vee. Whom I could call my wife, eventually. Who would be happy to have the fun without the trouble.
The anger in my system bubbled up to the top of the vat. It was burning in my veins, blistering away my already tenuous hold on cool. My head felt primed and ready to explode.
Why had life given me the wrong things, the things I never wanted? Why had my cruel fate given me the moods that would lead me to be so impossibly sub-standard, so emotionally illiterate? Who decided what emotions I should have in the first place? The quality controller in that HELP place should be sacked. It seemed that my ‘bundle’, my chocolate box, was nothing but gluey, boring Turkish delight. No truffles, no caramels… No fun.
Vee looked straight back at me for a long moment. She looked as if she was waiting for me to say or do something to change all that I had become, but I was spent. This wasn’t a fight I could ever win, I knew that now. I couldn’t reconcile her needs with who I was. I shouldn’t, ever, have even tried.
She turned her face away abruptly, like she was hiding something, and walked resolutely away.
I wondered what other surprises heaven had in store for me.
I found the CCTV archives, as well, but coward that I am, I skipped right over those, not wanting to see quite how noticeable a trail we’d left in our wake, earlier today. Thankfully, George was busy playing with a complex music system, and paid me no attention.
I could find transcripts of conversations, rules and regulations, even guidelines about prescribed size, weight and maintenance of wings.
There were rules about how to fly, what sort of clouds to avoid, and even what to do in case of collision with unexpected, human-operated airborne craft.
There were incentives offered for registering with and regularly attending psychological enhancement programmes; they looked like no more than posh evening classes to me.
Social networking was heavily encouraged, with rewards for those who had attracted the most number of comments, or been most actively involved with organising social events.
Classes on various subjects, from ‘Understanding Human Baby Language’ to ‘Saving The Unsavable – How To Tame Your Unwilling Human’, and even ‘Learn To Recognise Poisonous Man-Made Substances’ were advertised in luridly coloured banners that rolled constantly across the top of every web page.
I searched for the Personal Development Assessment Centre’s site. Nothing for me there. I supposed, since I hadn’t officially entered heaven, I didn’t exist. There was no me, so there was no plan, either. Cool.
For a minute, I toyed with the idea of reading George’s PDP. What was it that he should be improving on? His fashion sense? I looked over to where he was standing, a couple of music albums in his hands, swaying gently from foot to foot and humming to music. And then I decided that such information should stay private. After all, I wouldn’t like it much if all and sundry would have access to see and comment on my most secret shortcomings, would I?
On the homepage, I found a link to the government site. I gathered from the general ambiguity and reluctance to commit to a clear view on any subject whatsoever, that heaven was considered to be a democracy – however dysfunctional – and that the last government change happened approximately two thousand years ago.
Well, well, well. That was interesting.
I slipped into my dressing gown and sneaked past the ward sister. Out to the lifts, and then down to intensive care.
This had become my ritual, twice-daily disappearance act; I was getting quite good at finding new ways around the hospital corridors. It was a good idea to vary your escape routes, so that you couldn’t be tracked easily.
I chuckled at my newly acquired wisdom; spending all this time close to Archie had obviously rubbed off on me, too.
I turned the corner by the vending machines and nabbed a Herald off the table. Our story was no longer front-page news. It barely measured two inches in length, and that was only because the police were still appealing for witnesses to the crash off Freathy cliffs, a few days ago.
I peeked around the curtain. The enormous bandage made Vee’s head look hugely disproportionate in comparison to the rest of her body. It was like looking at a giant lollipop.
The lollipop smiled and waved when she spotted me. I sat down on the edge of her bed.
“Any news? When are they letting you out?”
“Well, apparently I am recovering at an unprecedented rate. Despite the cracked skull, there’s no swelling of the brain, so they’ll keep me under observation until the end of the week, and then I’ll be free to go. Unless I take a turn for the worse,” she added thoughtfully.
“Hmm. We mustn’t let that happen.”
“No, that wouldn’t be good at all.”
“No,” I agreed. “So what do you need to do, to keep in tip-top condition?” I played along, pretending I didn’t know what she was getting at.
“Well,” she pursed her lips, flashing the dimple in her chin at me, “I must make sure I don’t stress about anything…” I nodded, suppressing a smile. “And, as you know, kissing is a very good mood enhancer.”
“Oh, yeah. There’s in-depth studies about it, and all…”
I chuckled. “Well, I promised I would help you get better.” She nodded, a small smile on her face, eyes sparkling. “So… I suppose, I’d better keep my promise.”
“You’d better,” she agreed.
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