What are your favourite post-apocalypse books? My favourite style of novel, but too many of them are horribly badly written or stupid. My ideal novel would be a post apocalyptic zombie novel, written by Jane Austen, set in Victorian England and featuring Sherlock Holmes and Roland of Gilead!
I think On the Beach is the only Neville Shute I haven't re-read, I found it too sad, - though Requiem for a Wren is pretty sad too. My favourites, apart from A Town Like Alice, are The Far Country, Pied Piper, The Chequer Board and Trustee from the Toolroom.
I thought it was quite incredibly unrealistic, brain-dead, and dull, not to mention full of some of the stupidest characters I have ever come across in any book. Ever. Seriously.
Don't get me started (I already have ) - waiting for fishing season although they will be dead before it starts, hoping a couple will marry & have children although they will all die in a few months, etc. Are they all morons? Why don't they go further south, make igloos in the South Pole, prepare thick clothes from animal skin, or whatever?
I was irrestibly drawn to stories of post-nuclear apocalypse when I was a teenager, including When The Wind Blows, Children of the Dust, The Chrysalids, and On the Beach, leading to a spate of horrific nightmares that lasted into my 20s. I also liked Empty World (disease); Day of the Triffids (triffids) and The Kraken Wakes (aliens as far as I remember) but it was the nuclear ones that caused the nightmares.
I really liked A Town Like Alice but DH couldn't get into it because of the old-fashioned attitudes to class, sex etc.
I can't really say my favourite post apocalypse book as revealing it to be (eventually) post apocalyptic is kind of a spoiler.
Remus I think my words from the last time we talked about this book were "If they get into one more moronic conversation about whether trees are more beautiful in America or Australia, or whether they should plant this tree or that tree, I will start praying that some wild animals come and hurry them to their extinction."
Cote - I felt that way about the appalling tedium that is 'Never Let Me Go.' Forget waiting for their organs, I just wanted somebody to come along and massacre all of the characters immediately. My gosh, I bloomin' hated that book. Stupid characters and unbelievably boring writer.
I know they don't go to Antarctica, and no, the book doesn't make it clear that there is no point. The cloud would probably catch up with them there, too, but they would definitely live longer if they went there.
Humans have a survival instinct and will flee from a place in danger and go where they will be safe if only for another months. I don't know who these weirdos are, who faff around talking about which trees to plant and when fishing season should start instead of escaping imminent danger.
I dunno though. I suppose some people might desperately cling on to what they know because they are so scared anyway, that even making what might be a sensible decision feels too much on top of what they are already trying to cope with? I'm thinking of 'When The Wind Blows' and the little old couple sitting in their house and waiting to die.
Or that even being completely irrational in one's insistence on the status quo is a way of trying to impose order (and rationality) on an irrational/out of control world? Maybe?