This is either a very weird or very appropriate choice of novel in the middle of a global pandemic. After two years things are just starting to kick of here (Western Australia – we leveraged our geographic isolation and have been (mostly) covid free).
Here’s the blurb …
A gripping tale of human unrelieved horror, of survival and resilience, and of the ways in which humankind confronts death, The Plague is at once a masterfully crafted novel, eloquently understated and epic in scope, and a parable of ageless moral resonance, profoundly relevant to our times. In Oran, a coastal town in North Africa, the plague begins as a series of portents, unheeded by the people. It gradually becomes an omnipresent reality, obliterating all traces of the past and driving its victims to almost unearthly extremes of suffering, madness, and compassion.
I enjoyed it. The reaction now is very similar to the reaction 80 years ago (was it good research? or just insight?)