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“This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.” – T.S. Eliot
Why are we so interested in our own doom?
As a species, it seems like we have tried to exterminate ourselves countless times. If it’s not wars it’s an ecological disaster or a financial collapse. We seem to find ways to always flirt with the end of everything.
I consider myself a bit of a peacenik. I love beautiful sunsets and feelings of comfort and contentedness just like anyone else. But, man do I love a good doomsday story. I also love writing them. My story, Melody 8, Books 1-3 is a bleak look at the world where sound can either kill you or make you a homicidal maniac. I like to delve into the darkness sometimes.
Ya, I don’t know what it is about stories that show what happens with the total collapse of all we have ever known. Maybe it’s the what-if of showing the average modern human thrown into an inhospitable world and left to figure things out? Maybe it’s seeing that even the best person can become corrupt when faced with an empty belly and the mortality of family and friends? Then again, maybe it’s a morbid fascination with imagining the masses of dead strewn out before you on a hellish landscape that used to be your quiet neighborhood… I don’t know.
Here are 5 of my favorites.
4) The Road, by Cormac McCarthy
3) The Children of Men, by P.D. James
2) The Twelve, by Justin Cronin
1) Oryx and Crake, Margaret Atwood
Ernie Howard's Night Portals 