This novel doesn’t give you the whole story of how this tragedy unfolds, but rather asks the question: what would you do in the first few days of the world’s end? How would you spend your time? Where would you go? What would you do?
In Tawada’s world, the old don’t age or die, and the young are cursed with ill-health and short life-spans. Learn more about why this dystopian novel haunted me for months after I read it.
Why is it that in our imagined fantasies, Asian countries are the bad guys? In light of the pandemic, I feel like this is even more important to talk about. What internal biases do we hold as a country if this is our default bad guy?