1956: The Death Of Grass by John Christopher

April 17, 2008

Jolly Old England is completely de-jollified when a food shortage causes the Brits to descend rapidly into crazed barbarism. And who can blame them? Without kippers, kidney pies and toads-in-holes, I’d go off my chump, too, old boy. This book is basically like The Road, except with no happy ending to reaffirm your faith in humankind (yuck!). Like a British weather forecast, it’s dreary, miserable and grey, and shows no sign of letting up. Highly recommended.

On a scale of grasses ranging from Bermuda to Fountain, this book is: Creeping Red Fescue.

On the bright side, there's less to mow.


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