The leadoff hitter, so to speak, is Stephen King's "The end of the Whole Mess".
Martin, and Gene Wolfe, this comprehensive repertoire of apocalyptic genius is the bomb shelter you find in a basement of an abandoned neighborhood. With names like Stephen King, Orson Scott Card, George R.R. This short story compilation entitled Wastelands is electrifying, bordering on radioactive. The following novels broke ground in different ways- ways that left a lasting impression on the reader about ideas of human life and survival. Wells' War of the Worlds (1898) and Mary Shelley's unheralded work The Last Man (1826) shocked, astounded and excited readers while basically birthing this incredible genre. The reality is it's just the opposite for a creative mind you've got the platform to write about anything without the constraints of cultural expectation. Critics of the genre may say it's hemmed in, repetitive, or predictable. Regardless of the concept, the spectrum of what apocalyptic fiction can conceptualize is vast. Maybe it's a futuristic wasteland, maybe it's a historical catastrophe, maybe it's a brand new plight befalling civilization.
That is the canvas on which post-apocalyptic fiction gets to paint: raw, unadulterated humanity. There's nothing more efficient at unearthing the truth of identity than survival the struggle to live- Whether it be personal survival, or that of loved ones, or even responsibility to the survival of the human race. Everyone has an idea of who they think they are. You may find yourself hooked into an enthralling genre.Įveryone has traits and beliefs at their core that form who they are. But all jokes aside, if survival, the question of human identity, or suspense interests you at all, try reading one of these post-apocalyptic works. Some people may say that post-apocalyptic fiction is not for everyone. If such rhetoric piques your interest, then run, fly, teleport, burrow your way to your library/bookstore/kindle and get the books on this list. Two miles might as well be two thousand if she can't escape from those who would be her captors. She's only two miles from solace in the last vestiges of civilization, but hushed voices searching for her echo throughout the warehouse. A young woman huddles behind a counter in the dark of an abandoned supermarket, Pistol in hand.
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