I didn’t flip over The Road to read it again because now my son is reading it (apt, considering that the book is about a father and son, except the only struggle for food we have is once a week carrying it into the house from the supermarket).

Instead, I’m now reading World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War” (which, staying abreast of the news as I do, I think we’re still fighting).

Why so much apocalypse?

Because it seems to be in the air.

Because while there are things to fear, we more than ever are being conditioned to fear.

Because when you’ve finished a novel like one of these (including Philip Roth’s The Plot Against America) you can close the back cover and relax: It didn’t happen here.

Yet.

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