Source For the last few months, I’ve had a voracious hunger for harrowing post-apocalyptic dystopias. It’s one way of drowning out the din around me, or at least distracting myself, for a while. It can be maddening, inspiring, cathartic, and strangely soothing. This was the genre I loved in high school and college, titles like 1984 , Brave New World , Alas Babylon , Lucifer’s Hammer , and The Stand . They explored the best and worst of innumerable possible paths through devastation triggered by nuclear war, asteroids, toxic pollution, or aliens — leaving survivors to begin again without government, technology, and infrastructure, or to weather the rise of authoritarian, totalitarian, and fascist regimes. The latter was my least favorite post-apocalyptic theme. As I discovered new stories, I pounced on them: The Postman (the novella, NOT the movie), The Handmaid’s Tale , The Hunger Games , The Passage , Station Eleven , and a lengthy list of more. I’ve been wanting to...