Summertime and the living is easy…
Wait, it’s January 4 and the temperature inched up passing 50 degrees. I’m not pulling out my summer clothes from storage.
Hush little baby, don’t you cry…
Oh hell yeah, I will. Tomorrow the temperature may actually rise to 70 degrees. This is not right. This is painful. I never thought I could miss the crisp, cold air. I want winter. My internal body rhythms wants winter.
This was an impulse purchase. I went to the book store and saw Clive Owen’s face on the book cover. That’s how I came to read PD James’ the Children of Men.
The story premise was intriguing: humans has lost the ability to procreate. The author’s style of writing was descriptive, layered, with strong character development. It wasn’t what I expected of a science fiction book. We never learned why human stop giving birth to children. We see life through the eyes of Theo Foran, the protagonist, who has virtually been emotional dead most of his life. The author gives us a long and cursory look at the fallout of life without children, the affect on the last generation born, the change in society, and the inescapable need for humans to procreate. Without it, the desire to live withers away into fear and gloom.
The story is really about Theo Foran. And I must say I was gripped by a strong sense of slash between Xan and Theo. Their relationship intrigued me, made me wonder about the things not told in the story.
