Today’s piece of apocalyptic poetry is an excerpt from Mohsin Hamid’s Exist West, one the the New York Times’ 10 Best Books of 2017.
The book is a fast read and highly recommended. We have listed in our 101 top recommended fiction titles. This excerpt comes toward the end of the novel, after the main characters, and civilization in general, is finally starting to come on the other side of a prolonged societal decline engulfing the entire world. Part apocalyptic, part love story, and part science fiction. This book would make a day’s worth of good entertainment for an avid reader. I read it over two days on a bus to and from Boston. The author sets a good cadence to the story, consistent, dark, and gripping.
This particular sentence (and much of the book for that matter) struck me as poetic in nature, and was selected because it reminds us that, allow the end is dark and many will not make it, those that do will – eventually – find some respite in a new, albeit different world
The apocalypse appeared to have arrived and yet it was not apocalyptic, which is to say that while the changes were jarring they were not the end, and life went on, and people found things to do and ways to be and people to be with, and plausible desirable futures began to emerge, unimaginable previously, but not unimaginable now, and the result was something not unlike relief.