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I've almost finished the book. I have about 30 pages or so to go, so I don't know quite how it finishes, but I'm ready to talk about it.
This book, published in the late 1950's, is the defining work of its kind. In fact, it's the ONLY work of it's kind. In the genre of post-apocalyptic literature - and I've read most of it - none of the others really broke free of the mantle of "science fiction". Compared to this incredible work, they are all pulp. Some more sophisticated than others, but, none of them approach the status of a literary classic, as does Nevil Shute's On The Beach. The last one I read before this, The Day Of The Triffids, was great, and is a classic too - but it's still science fiction - and a HUGE distance from the profound greatness of On The Beach.
I'm not too worried about spoilers - everybody knows the story, pretty much, and anyway I'm not going to say anything you don't find out right away.
What makes On The Beach different from the others, is essentially 2 things. 1) this is really a PRE-apocalyptic story, in that the characters you are involved with, are existing BEFORE - rather than AFTER - the great calamity. That calamity has affected the rest of the world, but they are waiting for the end, which slowly approaches.
2) the total lack of sensationalism. In all the others, there is mass hysteria and confusion (to be expected of course). In the other books of the genre (The Day of the Triffids, The Stand, Alas Babylon, Lucifer's Hammer, etc etc) there is rioting, looting, starvation, anarchy, desolation, etc. In this fine work, the sensationalism is non-existant, as you are involved deeply with the several main characters and their families.
This is a more mature work, and ultimately much more depressing. This is not escapist literature like the others - it's the opposite, in that it forces you to confront the possiblity of quiet annihilation.
The others are all comic books without the pictures. It's so damned depressing I'm nearly in tears on the subway reading it.
This book, published in the late 1950's, is the defining work of its kind. In fact, it's the ONLY work of it's kind. In the genre of post-apocalyptic literature - and I've read most of it - none of the others really broke free of the mantle of "science fiction". Compared to this incredible work, they are all pulp. Some more sophisticated than others, but, none of them approach the status of a literary classic, as does Nevil Shute's On The Beach. The last one I read before this, The Day Of The Triffids, was great, and is a classic too - but it's still science fiction - and a HUGE distance from the profound greatness of On The Beach.
I'm not too worried about spoilers - everybody knows the story, pretty much, and anyway I'm not going to say anything you don't find out right away.
What makes On The Beach different from the others, is essentially 2 things. 1) this is really a PRE-apocalyptic story, in that the characters you are involved with, are existing BEFORE - rather than AFTER - the great calamity. That calamity has affected the rest of the world, but they are waiting for the end, which slowly approaches.
2) the total lack of sensationalism. In all the others, there is mass hysteria and confusion (to be expected of course). In the other books of the genre (The Day of the Triffids, The Stand, Alas Babylon, Lucifer's Hammer, etc etc) there is rioting, looting, starvation, anarchy, desolation, etc. In this fine work, the sensationalism is non-existant, as you are involved deeply with the several main characters and their families.
This is a more mature work, and ultimately much more depressing. This is not escapist literature like the others - it's the opposite, in that it forces you to confront the possiblity of quiet annihilation.
The others are all comic books without the pictures. It's so damned depressing I'm nearly in tears on the subway reading it.