Depending on your disposition, it's either a very good or a very bad time to read about apocalypse. Good if you're looking for a literary path through the flaming hellscape of coronavirus, climate change, border wars, white supremacy, and incipient fascism; bad if you'd prefer some escapist fare. Curiously, Mark Payne's Flowers of Time: On Postapocalyptic Fiction satisfies both impulses. Although it is indeed an examination of postapocalyptic fiction, from the eighth-century Greek poet Hesiod's work to Mary Shelley's The Last Man (1826) and all the way up to Colson Whitehead's Zone One (2011), the book is resolutely optimistic. Payne is interested in “large-scale works of literary fiction that stage how new forms of life emerge from catastrophe, how survivors adapt to the altered conditions of existence” (2). By “new” Payne means better, as he states explicitly early on: “postapocalyptic fiction is by definition catastrophic,” he writes, but the catastrophe...

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