In other news, I just read The Road by Cormac McCarthy. It won the Pulitzer Prize in 2006, so it’s one of those Big Deal books. It’s a dreary tale of a father and sun struggling to survive as they trek across post-nuclear disaster America.
It was good. Gripping, even, and the painting of a gray world without sunlight or plants or animals was every bit as alarming as I’m sure it was meant to be.
Before I got together with Magill, I seldom gave much thought to the apocalypse. But he’s a big fan of a lot of the movies of that genre (Doomsday, 28 Days Later, Mad Max, etc.) and he has been educating me in the ways of post- apocalypse storytelling.
And while The Road was tightly written and compelling, I think I prefer my apocalypse with zombies. Or at least a city that runs on pig poo.