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So, I've been mainlining post-apocalyptic fiction lately. I'm not sure why. I've read An Ill Wind, about the destruction of oil and petroleum products by a rogue engineered microbe; The Book of Dave, which jumps back and forth between a contemporary setting and one set centuries in the future where the mad ramblings of a drug-addled London cabby have become the cornerstone of a new religion; watched The Last Man on Earth starring Vincent Price and the 1970s remake, The Omega Man, starring Charleton Heston.
Now that I think about it, though, I think I can put the blame for this particular gorge fest squarely at the feet of Jasper Fford. I didn't get into these things until I'd finished his latest book, Shades of Grey, set in the far-future. Or maybe it was those episodes of Survivors I caught on Youtube.
Whatever, I think I'm over my post-apocalyptic reading phase. Now, though, I have the horrible urge to write a post-apocalyptic story.
Something weird and strange.
Suppose, after a civilization destroying disaster, the only text to survive was a copy of *shudder* Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Or George Orwell's 1984.
Great.
Now I've given myself a plot bunny.
More later.
Maybe. - MEL
Now that I think about it, though, I think I can put the blame for this particular gorge fest squarely at the feet of Jasper Fford. I didn't get into these things until I'd finished his latest book, Shades of Grey, set in the far-future. Or maybe it was those episodes of Survivors I caught on Youtube.
Whatever, I think I'm over my post-apocalyptic reading phase. Now, though, I have the horrible urge to write a post-apocalyptic story.
Something weird and strange.
Suppose, after a civilization destroying disaster, the only text to survive was a copy of *shudder* Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Or George Orwell's 1984.
Great.
Now I've given myself a plot bunny.
More later.
Maybe. - MEL
