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.
