Notes from an Apocalypse
A Personal Journey to the End of the World and Back
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'The Book of Revelation with a Bill Bryson touch... At least you'll die laughing' Sunday Telegraph
**NOW UPDATED TO INCLUDE THE LATEST APOCALYPSE** Of late, Mark O'Connell has found himself particularly anxious about the end of the world. As things fall apart around him, he sets out to meet the people preparing to survive: environmentalists meditating in remote Scottish forests, billionaires dreaming of life on Mars or a villa in New Zealand, and conspiracy theorists yearning for a lost American idyll. Journeying with him through this landscape of anxiety, we learn just what it takes to make it to the other side.
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The end of the world portends right-wing vigilantism and left-wing nihilism, according to this bleakly comic tour of doomsday ideologies. Consumed by fears of climate change and beset by self-criticism "my footprint is as broad and deep and indelible as my guilt" journalist O'Connell (To Be a Machine) surveys several strands of apocalyptic foreboding. He treats the reactionary, survivalist varieties including American doomsday preppers stockpiling food and ammo in anticipation of urban rioters, a real-estate developer peddling bunkers on a former South Dakota military base, and Mars-colonization enthusiasts who fondly invoke white settlers' colonization of the U.S. as pathological expressions of social paranoia, toxic patriarchy, and outright "fascism," and makes clear that his sympathies lie more with progressive doomsayers. On a camping trip with deep ecology pessimists who refute the "myth" that humans are "fundamentally distinct" from nature and welcome the climate change induced collapse of civilization, O'Connell communes with grass and sky and finds talk of human extinction "strangely cheerful." Readers who agree that the U.S. is "a rapidly metastasizing tumor of inequality, hyper-militarism, racism, surveillance, and... terminal-stage capitalism" will be equally terrified and bemused by O'Connell's musings, while those who are less credulous about narratives of ecological apocalypse will find much to dispute. The result is a wryly humorous if somewhat overwrought rumination that's more a symptom than a diagnosis of Western civilization's apocalyptic discontents.