I’m having an apocalyptic phase. Generally, I’m a cheery person who took her Cure albums off continuous play a long time ago, but the need to read doomsday literature hits me every five to ten years. Today’s mass media is not helping me break this cycle. Last time it was Y2K, which had me rereading King’s The Stand. Today I blame the Mayans. So what will do us in come 2012? Looking on the library shelves, a partial list of possibilities include:
All of the Above—see Wastelands: Stories of the Apocalypse
Most anxiety inducing of all are the books that show a slow build up to an inevitable end. While your typical zombie lacks the mental capacity to really scare me, Margaret Atwood’s linked novels The Year of the Flood and Oryx and Crake gave me genuine pause. Combined, they vividly show how genetic engineering combined with sheer greed could easily bring about a “waterless flood” sweeping most of us away. Unless I’m suddenly able to read Nicholas Sparks without falling asleep, I’ll just have to weather this phase by humming REM and staying away from the Sci-Fi channel.
Am I the only one with this depressing habit?