![]() ![]() Forget about that, and happiness, and fulfilment and contentment and satisfaction. ![]() Once upon a time, all literature served us up was the grim certainty that the world had ended and survival, if fate was so generous as to hand you that prize, was about the best you could hope for.Īh yes, hope. That’s not to say it’s dropped all its end-of-the-world, doom-and-gloom garb in favour of bright summery colours and a jaunty gait, but an increasing number of writers are beginning to ask themselves, in ways usually poetic and insightful – once the apocalypse has exhausted its first violent civilisation-ending burst of energy, what happens then? ![]()
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