Possibly because he publishes independently, possibly because he’s far too fun for this dour era, M.E. Brines is not exactly a well-known name in modern science fiction.
Brines asks and explores the truly important questions:
He also writes pulp adventure fiction (think Burroughs or Indiana Jones-type stories.)
I like Brines for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is because his work is simply possible, and only a decade ago, it was not. Without the new distribution and digitizing methods available to authors and publishers, the work of people like Brines would be relegated to low-distro ‘zine-style pamphleteering. And forget about finding his longer works (both digital and print versions) on the shelves of a major international bookseller.
Limited shelf space was not the worst problems that authors faced in the bad old days. Twenty years ago, the manager of Waldenbooks wouldn’t have known how to find this guy in any of the available databases of the day, even assuming that the manager was a diligent one willing to play phone tag with a distributor for a couple of hours and had “Brines” spelled correctly!
Today, it is possible for any reader to find a spectacularly unique esoteric niche author like Brines on his own.
And now…you have!