You mentioned on your sister blog that one of your favorite genres is peaceful post-apocalypse. What would you recommend from this genre?
Unfortunately I don’t know many such books; recently I’ve read two and it got me wondering what it was about these kinds of books that I liked. They are peaceful in the sense that the post-apocalypse angst is minimal and internal (“I’m the last human on Earth and it makes me feel some kind of way”), with very little external conflict, no zombies or bleak urban hellscapes or possibly dangerous other humans to worry about. My small, in-progress list of such books is:
Andrew Krivak’s The Bear (I found the ending so lovely)
Lily Brooks-Dalton Good Morning, Midnight
Elizabeth Moon’s Remnant Population (not technically post-apocalypse, but the old lady protagonist is the last remaining person on her planet so I’m counting it. Plus I loved it)
Alan Weisman’s The World Without Us (nonfiction—counting it as post-apocalypse as well even though the reflection alternates between ‘what if humans disappeared’ and ‘what if humans had never been there’)
Jan Henrik Nielsen’s Høsten (I thought it was so-so—I don’t think there’s an English translation yet)
(The post-apocalypse book I’m currently reading is Thomas von Steinaecker’s Die Verteidigung des Paradieses (no English translation either)—I don’t dislike it but it doesn’t qualify as peaceful)
Gwendoline Courreges’s Earthbound (or at least parts of it)
Marlen Haushofer’s The Wall—I didn’t like it but several people I know loved it.
Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou—this manga about a robot-woman who runs a countryside café in a mostly-depopulated post-apocalyptic world is what I want out of this genre… It’s peacefully melancholy; there is a real sense that things are coming to an end, but in such a way as to let people continue to savour their little daily joys and routines while the world quietly goes to sleep. That’s what was missing from The Wall, for me—it had a lot of “daily routines” but very little joy.
I think I’m looking for books that feel like reading the last few pages of the novel of humanity, in a way that is bittersweet but not depressing (1, 2 and 9 would qualify)—books with an undertone of “the rest of the living world will go on beautifully without us” but that aren’t overly misanthropic, just, humanity happened and did some regrettable things and some awe-inspiring things and now for the world it is the end of this chapter and the beginning of another and that’s okay. My ideal apocalyptic / post-apocalypse novel would be one that talks about the twilight of humanity in the spirit of these posts; with some clemency, and quiet warmth.