The meeting at the University: the talk is of regenerating through creating children through polygamy etc - what nonsense. There must be thousands of babies and toddlers who never saw the green lights (safely tucked up in bed) and who would be sighted - the pressure must be to find as many of them who could be saved.Why did this never occur to me? Of course it's right. I wonder if it has something to do withthe novel's skill in drawing a line under the old world? Or is it a function of cosy-catastrophism? Which is to say: is it that babies and toddlers are fundamentally obstacles to the bright-young-things-dashing-about-having-adventures vibe?
Monday, 15 March 2010
John Wyndham, Day of the Triffids (1951)
Today's Punkadiddle subtitle ('punkasubtittle'): 'won't somebody please remember the children!' I've read this book twice (I re-read it recently to write an introduction for a new edition), and have seen various adaptations, but this blindingly obvious point had never struck me before: