I continue to tepidly endorse Margaret Atwood’s Maddadm post-apocalyptic trilogy, here, on book two.
The Year of the Flood continues where Oryx and Crake left off, sometimes to its detriment. As much as Snowman in book one is a disreputable character, he at least had a certain charm and flare. The Earth Cult in this novel has no one to take his place, so the pace is slow, and it takes a very long time to distinguish the characters. One must be patient.
Yet I read on, because there is just enough here to keep the reader satisfied. Atwood can write, and although she disappoints here with a sluggish plot-line, the hope of more and better carries the day.