For a while now I’ve been avidly reading post-apocalyptic novels. As far as dystopian novels go, Margaret Atwood writes them so hauntingly well that it reminds us of how close we are to a dystopia.
It starts off with common comments about how the human race will one day end up destroying itself. It’s eerie reading about it and knowing that they are right.
In her novel The Year of the Flood Atwood writes, “we knew a global pandemic when we saw one.”
Of course the novel is vastly different from what is happening right now, but not as far off as we think. Most of the human race was wiped out by a pill, created by humans.
While there may be natural disasters, accidents, and old age that play a part in the death of humans, I do think we will wipe out our own race if history has taught us anything.
As much as I hope people can change and everything will be okay, it’s all just wishful thinking. Atwood brings up challenging questions about the human race. If there are only a few survivors left, are they worthy of living?
More importantly, who gets to decide if we’re worthy?
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