5/5
Absolutely brilliant. I'd
never read P.D. James before, though I know her reputation among mystery
buffs is unimpeachable, and of course I've seen the film adaptation,
which I like very much.But this novel very different from what I
expected . . . there's very little "science" to this science fiction
classic; instead I'd call it "philosophy-fiction." The Children of Men
shines an unnerving light on the moral lassitude of a race with, quite
literally, no future. But in James's vision, it's not the sudden
flash-apocalypse of nuclear destruction or viral plague which brings the
crisis, but a protracted period of infertility during which humanity
has the leisure to contemplate its own pointlessness and existential
fear -- and reacts accordingly.It's a society where senior
citizens commit mass suicide in a state-sponsored ritual called the
"Quietus"; where the last generation of children (the "Omegas") are
treated like spoiled royalty; and where draconian government policies
become embraced as part and parcel of giving what remains of society
"freedom from fear, freedom from want, and freedom from boredom."
As
seen through the eyes of historian and former Oxford don Theo Faren --
"former" because the only educational efforts now are soft courses which
keep the population entertained -- it's a world of moral greys, which
gradually turn, for him, into black-and-whites when he is approached for
help by a former student who is, miraculously, pregnant.
The
tale that follows is a subtle morality play, beautifully written and
realized. Unlike the film, which has been recast in a more gritty,
depressing and obviously "dystopian" light, James's novel, though
containing horrors aplenty, also revels in the beauty of an English
countryside gone back to nature, focuses on the moral considerations of
what it means to be human . . . and holds out the hope that there will
always be those among us who will choose the right path rather than the
easy one.
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An aside note: I remember we talked awhile back about how the movie director Curaon changed the cause of fertility from male (in the book) to female. One could argue that Curaon was pandering to male moviegoers' discomfort with the idea of impotent sperm, but I actually found his argument compelling--that female infertility somehow felt more globally hopeless, and fit with his dystopian vision. And there was no gender blame in the movie. So it worked for me. Question: is the book more compelling than "Never Let Me Go?" (Which to me was just like "Remains Of the Day" with organ donation.)
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