I’m not sure what’s lighting the escapist fire in me these days, but it’s not all bad. Books that have been on my to-be-read list for a while are bubbling up to fill the empty spaces, and while I maybe could read a bit less of the doom and gloom, there is one potential mushroom cloud I’m not sorry I stuck around for.
Laura Ratliff is living in Griffin Flat, Arkansas in 1984. The Cold War is on. People still talk about thermonuclear destruction. There is lots of eighties music and stupid crap in high school. This is a scene I recognize, having grown up in the middle of the country in the eighties, down the road from a major military installation known to be on the to-be-nuked list of the Soviets, a place where we were told than if the war began, we should all drive north – as if driving anywhere at that point would make a difference – in the same direction as the nearest ICBM base. Oh, the gut-busting fun of the Cold War!
And it’s exactly this kind of snarky humor that carries Laura through what may or may not be the Eve of Destruction, a film that may or may not show the world what will really happen in a war of atom bombs and retaliation. Also the footnotes are a kind of awesome that even the older folks like me will love.
The Incredible True Story of the Making of the Eve of Destruction by Amy Brashear