John Lanchester’s ecological-dystopian tale of a barricaded Britain feels scarily prescient.
The United Kingdom has built a huge concrete wall right around its coastline. Young people are drafted to patrol it. The beaches have disappeared and things are very bloody cold. Inside the wall lies civilisation. Us. Sure, everyone’s microchipped and reproduction is tightly controlled, but it’s better than whatever madness lies out there.
Speculative fiction? Maybe, but it’s starting to feel like we need a new term. This feels right around the corner.
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March 23 -29 2019