
I should think that I would ceased to be amazed at the generational gap that is clear and present in novels of this era and the ones that precede it, but I cannot help it. When confronted with a man who is distant and little more than fond of his children I can’t help but be amazed at how far feminism has progressed (and I say feminism because allowing men to tap into their emotions is part of my egalitarian ideals). But it is so common that it becomes less of a problem the more you encounter it.
It is well written and frustrating, the characters acting in ways that makes you want to beat them over the head with the book itself, which itself means that they are fleshed out enough to make them believable, even if a little old fashioned (well, I was born eighteen years after this was written).
Though racism towards Blacks (I am not sure what is politically correct) is not as pronounced these days (I acknowledge that it still exists) it was interesting to see the way in which Christopher portrayed the reversal of fortunes. Racism did present itself but not to the extent in which it perpetuated through the ranks of the Whites.
It wasn’t even the fact that it was a post-apocalyptic novel that made this enjoyable- it was his portrayal of the world from a liberal point of view way back when. I will be tracking down more of his books.
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Labels: End of the World, John Christopher