I said I was going on a John Christopher jag,
and with two down, I don't think that it was a bad decision at all.
TDoG is a great British post-apocalypse novel. Imagine "Day of the Triffids" but without a happy ending. The speed with which Christopher's characters devolve from middle-class civility into a neo-feudalism is both astonishing and completely believable. The premise is simple, and all to realistic - a virus attacks and destroys all forms of grass, including the members of the genus that provide our daily bread. A middle class engineer sets out with his family to escape London and the coming civil disturbance, and join his brother on a farm in the North of England where they believe they will be safe. He takes with him a small assortment of people - his friend and bridge opponent (funny how bridge is seen as a symbol of civilisation in the face of calamitous upheaval; see Robert A. Heinlein's "Farnham's Freehold" for another example), a semi-abaonded schoolboy, and an ageing gun-dealer and his loose-moraled wife.
One hundred and ninety four pages, and a few days later (Christopher is wonderfully economical with his prose and his timelines) everything in their lives has changed. Don't go into this novel expecting "classic science fiction" - it is, instead, a novel which shows how ordinary people respond to extraordinary circumstances and you find yourself asking "Would I do the same things if I were in their position?"
Unputdownability : You have to pause for breath regularly.
Labels: John Christopher, John Wyndham, Post-apocalypse
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