I’ve never been good at writing about poetry. That’s why after I read Lord George Gordon Byron’s Darkness several times, I went on a Google expedition. Poetry has always scared me because getting stuck in the tone, diction, and “what was the speaker feeling?” myre is a little too easy. Of course, these are all valid ways to look at poetry — or any other literary work for that matter — but I find it frustrating that a poem is viewed as a code to be cracked.

Normally, I shy away from poetry, but, alas, Darkness is on The List. So here goes, and I should also disclose that I got my historical information from Wikipedia.

Synopsis: The poem details the observations of a man whose world is covered in darkness by some fiery cataclysmic event. Byron writes:

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went -and came, and brought no day…

There’s a lot more after that, but the setup is incredibly important because it lays the foundation for what life was like in Geneva, the city where Byron is said to have gotten the inspiration for this poem, according to Wikipedia.

Historical Context: On the surface, the poem does resemble a last man on Earth story. However, according to Wikipedia, Byron wrote “Darkness” in July 1816, which is referred to as the Year Without a Summer. During that summer, “severe summer climate abnormalities destroyed crops in Northern Europe, the Northeastern United States and eastern Canada. Average global temperatures decreased about 0.4–0.7 °C (0.7–1.3 °F), enough to cause significant agricultural problems around the globe,” according to the entry in Wikipedia.

These crazy weather patterns, scholars think, were caused “by a combination of a historic low in solar activity with a volcanic winter event; the latter caused by a succession of major volcanic eruptions capped off by the Mount Tambora eruption of 1815, the largest known eruption in over 1,600 years,” the post elaborates.

What’s more, if Wikipedia is to be believed, other pretty important things happened because of Mount Tambora’s erruption: Mary Shelley wrote ”Frankenstein” and  John William Polidori’s wrote “The Vampyre.” The colder weather also led to poor crop yields, which led to a scarcity of oats for horses, spurring the invention of alternative, horseless transportation. Back then, it was known as the velocipede. Today, we know the contraptions under the name, bicycle. And then we have Joseph Smith. Without that volcano, the Book of Mormon and founding of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints might have never happened.

So here you have it, folks: Darkness.

Published in 1954,  Fredric Brown’s Answer is an example of good flash fiction. In the very short story, Brown writes about man building a super computer, which connects 96 billion planets. Since all the knowledge of the world is connected by the flip of a switch, the main character, Dwar Reyn, takes the opportunity to ask the computer a question, “a question which no single cybernetics machine has been able to answer.”

Is there a god?

I don’t want to spoil the end, so I’ll stop plot the discussion here.

What I love about the story is that the reader is intentionally left to fill in the blanks. You’d have to given Answer’s word count.

It’s a bad sign when you have to talk yourself into finishing a book, and that’s exactly where I am with “Plague Year” by Jeff Carlson. If I had even 30 pages to go, I might be exaggerating about how much of that novel I have left to read. Still, I find myself struggling to finish the book, to care about what happens to what ends up being a pretty shallow story, with very shallow characters, which is a shame because of how strong the book’s lede is. “They ate Jorgensen first,” Carlson writes in his opening sentence.

Genius. The story grasped me immediately, and then Carlson telegraphed every plot twist after the first 90 pages. Sad.

I’m going to power through to the end of the book this weekend since I’ve made the commitment to read the stories on The List, but I may or may not update this post depending on how spectacular the ending is. Right now, I just feel disappointed. I foresee no update, but we’ll see.

UPDATE: (July 2, 2010) When I said I’d power through the book over the weekend, I really meant the week and only at the pace of a couple of pages at a time.

So let’s get into it.

One thing that really bugs me about the book is how the narrator is too omniscient, and it gets to the point where you just don’t know if it’s a character’s subconscious mind that is playing narrator or some observant being who isn’t exactly detached from the situation.

Carlson also does a great job of telling you about what’s unfolding, but he doesn’t really show it. I was also disappointed that we never got back to how badly messed up you can get by becoming a cannibal. As I mentioned earlier, the novel starts off with, “They ate Jorgensen first,” and ends with one of the central characters just kind of feeling bad that he resorted to eating people as a way to survive.

Anyway, this book was a major bust for me. On to the next story now.

Ten-fifteen. The garden sprinklers whirled up in golden founts, filling the soft morning air with scatterings of brightness. The water pelted windowpanes, running down the charred west side where the house had been burned evenly free of its white paint. The entire west face of the house was black, save for five places. Here the silhouette in paint of a man mowing a lawn. Here, as in a photograph, a woman bent to pick flowers. Still farther over, their images burned on wood in one titanic instant, a small boy, hands flung into the air; higher up, the image of a thrown ball,and opposite him a girl, hands raised to catch a ball which never came down. –Ray Bradbury

This story is a fantastic read, touching on life for a house after some unspecified nuclear disaster 16 years and two months from today. “August 2026: There Will Come Soft Rains” is part of Ray Bradbury’s short story collection, The Martian Chronicles. The story’s real success lives in the details. Bradbury uses rich, vivid description to make the house seem alive, and for all intents and purposes, the house is a living sentient being struggling with the loss of its owners in the wake of an awful calamity. By the end of the story you care about the house and want it — automated, mechanical parts and all — to succeed.

I don’t know. I was so excited to get started on By the Waters of Babylon, especially after reading Nightmare Number Three. But this 1937 short story by Stephen Vincent Benét wasn’t as good as the poem two years before. The narrator, a young man, tells the story of his journey to find out what happened to industrial civilization. His search for knowledge leads him to New York City, where he finds out why society collapses under the weight of war.

Although the story itself isn’t bad, the narration style annoys me. Our narrator is supposed to be this tribal man in search of knowledge.  But he speaks like the 1930s version of a tribal man for 5,700 words. After a while, you just get tired.

But the cars were in it, of course . . .
and they hunted us
Like rabbits through the cramped streets on that Bloody Monday,
The Madison Avenue busses leading the charge.

A robotic apocalyptic poem!  That’s what Stephen Vincent Benét’s Nightmare Number Three is. At first, I was less than excited about reading this little number from The List because of a natural dislike of poetry. But the poem was pretty great. Published in 1935, the piece is about American society’s dependence on machines. The end of the human race begins with automobiles turning against man. Things get worse from that point, leaving the narrator wondering whether he is the last man left on Earth.

As a bonus, there’s a fun little eighth grade quiz about the poem that some teacher somewhere made up. Here’s the link.

Also on The List, John Varley’s The Manhattan Phone Book (Abridged) describes exactly what would happen if a nuclear bomb were dropped on us right now. The short story takes about 10 minutes to read, but the discomfort lingers for much longer than that.

Elizabeth Bear’s And the Deep Blue Sea is another short story found on The List. So far, this is the first story I’ve read from that list from the books and stories I haven’t yet read that is truly postapocalyptic. The story is a classic what happens after the [INSERT DISASTER OF CHOICE HERE] tale, in this case some kind of world-wide devastation following nuclear explosions.

Basically, the mail still has to get delivered, as the narrator points out in the opening sentences. Bear’s protagonist does that on a motorcycle. Although, it’s not clear why the world ended up this way (there are, however, obscure references to “the big one”), Bear does an excellent job of describing what a nuclear-ravaged landscape might look like years after a disaster. The story is easily a half hour read, and definitely well worth the time.

From zombieworkout.com

As a lover of most things postapocalyptic, I have to say, I’m super excited about this handy little reading list that puts some the the best end of the world stories in a downloadable Google doc.  So far, Phnuggle has added 422 books and short stories to the list. Of the books on the list, I think I’ve read about 12. That’s not to say I haven’t read some of the authors on the list or seen the movie adaptations of some these stories.

Right now, I’m working my way through World War Z and The Handmaid’s Tale. And Jeff Carlson’s Plague Year is in queue on the nightstand.  After going over this list and crossing off the little bit I have read, I’ve decided that I’d like to work my way through this 423-story list. I definitely won’t get through all of these books in the next eight months, but I want to fill up on this stuff as much as I can before law school starts this fall.

So here’s the plan. I’m actually going to start with the short stories Phnuggle is linking to on the list. The first story I’m going to read is The Escape by Grace Aguilar. I have no idea what it’s about, but it’s on that list. So here goes.