Pandemic dystopias, apocalypse and hope

I read Albert Camus’ The Plague during the swine flu pandemic in 2009. I thought I was being very droll. What happened was I got things all out of proportion. Nothing really came of swine flu in the UK. No-one had to change anything in their daily lives. One person in my office got it and was off sick for a bit. We drew up business continuity plans, but they never got enacted. I, however, with a head full of The Plague, was terrified.

For all the lols, why not read The Plague during a pandemic?

Continue reading “Pandemic dystopias, apocalypse and hope”