Showing posts with label Science Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Science Fiction. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
John Wyndham - Trouble With Lichen (1960)
I don't know what it is about this book that makes me read it once a year. I bought it with six other Wyndham's at a thrift store when I was 13. They were $1 each - the price is still written inside the front covers. I was so busy reading them I never got around to erasing it. They're torn, yellowed, grubby, frayed and much loved - especially this one. Wyndham's just one of those authors, you adore him completely or you despise him. Obviously I adore him.
The Trouble with Lichen, this particular Lichen, is that it stops milk from curdling. From there Wyndham, quite satirically, evolves it into a struggle for control of the world's lichen supply, weaves in a dash of cold war scrummage and adds an enduring love. It's not romantic, it's not Bond-esque espionage - it's just a 'what if' tale. What if you could cure aging? What if the lichen to cure it grew in one small part of the world? And humanity goes mad.
I can't resist science fiction novels that show the foibles of humanity. People who are faced with money or the common good will generally choose money. Why? Because most of humanity is extremely self-serving. Of course, this is a Wyndham novel. So there's some good winning out against the bad.
It's a beautiful novel, well-crafted and poetic. A perfect rainy afternoon read.
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