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After a nuclear World War III has destroyed most of the globe, the few remaining survivors in southern Australia await the radioactive cloud that is heading their way and bringing certain death to everyone in its path. Among them is an American submarine captain struggling to resist the knowledge that his wife and children in the United States must be dead. Then a faint Morse code signal is picked up, transmitting from somewhere near Seattle, and Captain Towers must lead his submarine crew on a bleak tour of the ruined world in a desperate search for signs of life. On the Beach is a remarkably convincing portrait of how ordinary people might face the most unimaginable nightmare.
280 pages, Unknown Binding
First published July 1, 1957
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Nevil Shute
79听books1,215听followersNevil Shute Norway was a popular British novelist and a successful aeronautical engineer.
He used Nevil Shute as his pen name, and his full name in his engineering career, in order to protect his engineering career from any potential negative publicity in connection with his novels.
He lived in Australia for the ten years before his death.
He used Nevil Shute as his pen name, and his full name in his engineering career, in order to protect his engineering career from any potential negative publicity in connection with his novels.
He lived in Australia for the ten years before his death.
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July 14, 2019
鈥淚t's not the end of the world at all," he said. "It's only the end for us. The world will go on just the same, only we shan't be in it. I dare say it will get along all right without us.鈥�
An Instructional Manual from 1951 on what to do in the event of an A-Bomb attack.
On the Beach was published in 1957, but the novel is set in what was then the near future of 1963. Those years between 1957-1963 proved to be tumultuous years indeed. When I checked this book out of the library, the librarian, the same one who gave me such good material for my In Cold Blood review, said that this book terrified her, not because of the horrifying circumstances in the book, but the plodding calmness of the characters.
I was intrigued.
I wanted to ask what it was like to have read this book in 1957, but that is a rather delicate question to a woman of an indeterminate age. Luckily she bailed me out and told me she read the book much later, but still while we were up to our eyeballs in the Cold War. My Father has always said he has never been more afraid of the World Ending than in 1962 during the Cuban Missile Crisis. My bellwether librarian agreed that she remembered how difficult it was for everyone to go about their regular business with the oppressive presence of the eminent demise of civilization looming over their lives. (I paraphrase.)
I still can鈥檛 quite peg her age. I could dig around a bit and probably discover her birth date, but then that wouldn鈥檛 be very sporting of me now would it?
So it is the end of the world.
John Riordan comic strip.
Ok...so, Nevil Shute has the world ending with Albania attacking Italy. Egypt then bombed the United States and the United Kingdom. NATO bombed the Soviet Union because the planes used by the Egyptians were Soviet made. The Soviets bomb China because of Chinese attacks on their border. All of this bombing...well...is nuclear infused with cobalt to insure the maximum amount of radiation fallout. So those countries that were not involved in World War III, are fully involved in the dying part of the war.
I glanced through some other reviews of this book. The people who didn鈥檛 like this book were looking for the standard apocalyptic novel with desperate people fleeing in front of the radiation (zombies, tidal wave, Ebola etc) hoping to live days longer or maybe even hoping for a reprieve. They wanted people clinging to every last drop of their remaining existence. I would guess that the book would have been more fulfilling for them if a pocket of those people had found a way to survive thus leaving them with some hope that they too could be among the survivors.
This isn鈥檛 that kind of book. I鈥檓 sure there were people fleeing South, but Shute focuses on the people who stay in Melbourne. The people who are measuring their lifespan in days and minutes as word arrives of radiation sickness three hundred miles away, one hundred miles away.
Dwight Towers, commander of probably the last remaining operational American submarine, has attached his vessel to the Australian Navy. He has a wife and kids in the United States. He is a practical man who knows logically they are dead, but he continues to think about them and talk about them as if they are alive. He meets Moira Davidson who drinks brandy around the clock, loses her top while swimming (see how fun she is!), and is coming to terms with the fact that she is never going to get married or do any of the things she hasn鈥檛 even thought of yet.
1959 movie poster
John Osborne is a scientist who has been attached as a liaison officer to the USS Scorpion. Shute was an aeronautical engineer by trade. His love for machines comes out in the Osborne character. John finds a Ferrari and buys it for pennies on the dollars, even for that price it seems like an act of pure lunacy, but he has always wanted to race cars and has a stash of fuel that will make that dream come true. He organizes the final Australian Grand Prix and so many drivers come out of the woodwork that they have to organize heats to determine the drivers for the final race.
Peter Holmes is a lieutenant commander in the Australian Navy, receiving promotions so quickly due to resignations that he will soon be an admiral. He has a wife, Mary, and a daughter. He cuts down trees and expands the flower and vegetable garden. It gives Mary something to do, something to think about other than winds of death. Moria is discussing the strangeness of planting a garden with Dwight.
鈥淪omeone鈥檚 crazy,鈥� she said quietly. 鈥淚s it me or them?鈥�
鈥淲hy do you say that?鈥�
鈥淭hey won鈥檛 be here in six months鈥� time. I won鈥檛 be here. You won鈥檛 be here. They wont鈥� want any vegetables next year.鈥�
There are old men at the Gentlemen鈥檚 Club slowly depleting the last 100 bottles of port. There are debates about whether it is ethical to move the fishing season up. There are people still going to school trying to finish course work. The people who stay are trying to be as productive with their lives as if a normal life span was still stretching out before them. 鈥漈ypically for a Shute novel, the characters avoid expressing intense emotions and do not mope or indulge in self-pity. Some reviewers thought the characters were wooden. I found the calmness of the people populating this novel more terrifying than if they had been fleeing for their lives. There was a part of me that wanted to go shake some sense into them and extort them to help me come up with a plan, but as I started to accept the circumstances I realized that the only sane course was the course they were already on.
Do you want to die in a tent surrounded by people you don鈥檛 know, going hungry more than likely; and yet, as doomed as if you鈥檇 stayed in your home surrounded by your friends and family? Do you want to take the chance that you will survive the apocalypse? I say put on a pot of tea, keep the bourbon close to hand, and finally finish War and Peace. Maybe there is even time for a quick nap in the hammock with the sun on my toes and bees buzzing by my ear.
A fascinating, historical look back to when the threat of nuclear war hung like a shadow around the sun.
***4.25 out of 5 stars***
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An Instructional Manual from 1951 on what to do in the event of an A-Bomb attack.
On the Beach was published in 1957, but the novel is set in what was then the near future of 1963. Those years between 1957-1963 proved to be tumultuous years indeed. When I checked this book out of the library, the librarian, the same one who gave me such good material for my In Cold Blood review, said that this book terrified her, not because of the horrifying circumstances in the book, but the plodding calmness of the characters.
I was intrigued.
I wanted to ask what it was like to have read this book in 1957, but that is a rather delicate question to a woman of an indeterminate age. Luckily she bailed me out and told me she read the book much later, but still while we were up to our eyeballs in the Cold War. My Father has always said he has never been more afraid of the World Ending than in 1962 during the Cuban Missile Crisis. My bellwether librarian agreed that she remembered how difficult it was for everyone to go about their regular business with the oppressive presence of the eminent demise of civilization looming over their lives. (I paraphrase.)
I still can鈥檛 quite peg her age. I could dig around a bit and probably discover her birth date, but then that wouldn鈥檛 be very sporting of me now would it?
So it is the end of the world.
John Riordan comic strip.
鈥滻n the last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river鈥�
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but with a whimper.
T. S. Eliot
Ok...so, Nevil Shute has the world ending with Albania attacking Italy. Egypt then bombed the United States and the United Kingdom. NATO bombed the Soviet Union because the planes used by the Egyptians were Soviet made. The Soviets bomb China because of Chinese attacks on their border. All of this bombing...well...is nuclear infused with cobalt to insure the maximum amount of radiation fallout. So those countries that were not involved in World War III, are fully involved in the dying part of the war.
I glanced through some other reviews of this book. The people who didn鈥檛 like this book were looking for the standard apocalyptic novel with desperate people fleeing in front of the radiation (zombies, tidal wave, Ebola etc) hoping to live days longer or maybe even hoping for a reprieve. They wanted people clinging to every last drop of their remaining existence. I would guess that the book would have been more fulfilling for them if a pocket of those people had found a way to survive thus leaving them with some hope that they too could be among the survivors.
This isn鈥檛 that kind of book. I鈥檓 sure there were people fleeing South, but Shute focuses on the people who stay in Melbourne. The people who are measuring their lifespan in days and minutes as word arrives of radiation sickness three hundred miles away, one hundred miles away.
Dwight Towers, commander of probably the last remaining operational American submarine, has attached his vessel to the Australian Navy. He has a wife and kids in the United States. He is a practical man who knows logically they are dead, but he continues to think about them and talk about them as if they are alive. He meets Moira Davidson who drinks brandy around the clock, loses her top while swimming (see how fun she is!), and is coming to terms with the fact that she is never going to get married or do any of the things she hasn鈥檛 even thought of yet.
1959 movie poster
John Osborne is a scientist who has been attached as a liaison officer to the USS Scorpion. Shute was an aeronautical engineer by trade. His love for machines comes out in the Osborne character. John finds a Ferrari and buys it for pennies on the dollars, even for that price it seems like an act of pure lunacy, but he has always wanted to race cars and has a stash of fuel that will make that dream come true. He organizes the final Australian Grand Prix and so many drivers come out of the woodwork that they have to organize heats to determine the drivers for the final race.
Peter Holmes is a lieutenant commander in the Australian Navy, receiving promotions so quickly due to resignations that he will soon be an admiral. He has a wife, Mary, and a daughter. He cuts down trees and expands the flower and vegetable garden. It gives Mary something to do, something to think about other than winds of death. Moria is discussing the strangeness of planting a garden with Dwight.
鈥淪omeone鈥檚 crazy,鈥� she said quietly. 鈥淚s it me or them?鈥�
鈥淲hy do you say that?鈥�
鈥淭hey won鈥檛 be here in six months鈥� time. I won鈥檛 be here. You won鈥檛 be here. They wont鈥� want any vegetables next year.鈥�
There are old men at the Gentlemen鈥檚 Club slowly depleting the last 100 bottles of port. There are debates about whether it is ethical to move the fishing season up. There are people still going to school trying to finish course work. The people who stay are trying to be as productive with their lives as if a normal life span was still stretching out before them. 鈥漈ypically for a Shute novel, the characters avoid expressing intense emotions and do not mope or indulge in self-pity. Some reviewers thought the characters were wooden. I found the calmness of the people populating this novel more terrifying than if they had been fleeing for their lives. There was a part of me that wanted to go shake some sense into them and extort them to help me come up with a plan, but as I started to accept the circumstances I realized that the only sane course was the course they were already on.
Do you want to die in a tent surrounded by people you don鈥檛 know, going hungry more than likely; and yet, as doomed as if you鈥檇 stayed in your home surrounded by your friends and family? Do you want to take the chance that you will survive the apocalypse? I say put on a pot of tea, keep the bourbon close to hand, and finally finish War and Peace. Maybe there is even time for a quick nap in the hammock with the sun on my toes and bees buzzing by my ear.
A fascinating, historical look back to when the threat of nuclear war hung like a shadow around the sun.
***4.25 out of 5 stars***
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March 10, 2024
I was about to leave the charity store empty-handed when I saw a cardboard box hidden under bookshelves. Curiosity got the better of me. I opened it and discovered this hardcover gem from the 1950s.
鈥淭he human race was to be wiped out and the world made clean again for wiser occupants without undue delay.鈥�
This is my first Nevil Shute read. It鈥檚 also the first time I鈥檝e delved into this genre. I was captivated from the start - despite the long chapters. I鈥檝e never felt such an impending sense of doom. Deadly radioactive clouds tend to have that effect. The foreboding nature of this book got under my skin. It鈥檚 the kind of story that impacts your dreams.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 the way it is. We鈥檝e just got to take it as it comes. After all, it鈥檚 what we鈥檝e always had to face, only we鈥檝e never faced it, because we鈥檙e young.鈥�
How would you want to spend your final months? It's a question I pondered a lot while reading On the Beach. Once finished, I needed a few days to collect my thoughts before writing this review.
The aftermath of nuclear war was never going to be sunshine and rainbows. It鈥檚 unbelievably bleak; with these survivors in Australia waiting for an inevitable demise. It was fascinating to see how different characters handled this situation. Each of them dealt with the same thing in their own, unique ways. Some drank, others pursued life goals, and many took the concept of 鈥榙enial鈥� to the next level.
鈥淭hey went on happily planning their garden for the next ten years, and the morning passed very quickly.鈥�
Replace the cloud with a virus and certain elements overlap with the pandemic. The subtle delivery added a sense of realism and this normalcy was effective at making things eerie. You can also see a bit of yourself in some of the characters.
Dwight Towers (commander of US submarine, Scorpion) and Moira Anderson had good chemistry, without falling into clich茅. It was touching to read of Dwight shopping for gifts, and how Moira helped him during these months. Moira had perhaps the most interesting character arc. I would have loved Dwight's gripping submarine missions to be longer, though they still worked effectively.
Peter Holmes and wife, Mary, were sometimes frustrating, yet represented an average family trying to navigate the impossible with their baby. John Osborne, the scientist, was another wonderfully drawn character 鈥� his Grand Prix an unexpected tangent, highlighting the importance of following one鈥檚 dreams before it鈥檚 too late.
On the Beach is a timely read about accepting defeat with grace and confronting your own mortality. But it鈥檚 about much more than that. In future, whenever conflicts escalate, I will think of this book. It鈥檚 the kind of novel you鈥檒l still remember years later, with scenes etched forever in your mind. I鈥檓 looking forward to watching the film adaptations.
鈥淭his was the end of it, the very, very end.鈥�
鈥淭he human race was to be wiped out and the world made clean again for wiser occupants without undue delay.鈥�
This is my first Nevil Shute read. It鈥檚 also the first time I鈥檝e delved into this genre. I was captivated from the start - despite the long chapters. I鈥檝e never felt such an impending sense of doom. Deadly radioactive clouds tend to have that effect. The foreboding nature of this book got under my skin. It鈥檚 the kind of story that impacts your dreams.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 the way it is. We鈥檝e just got to take it as it comes. After all, it鈥檚 what we鈥檝e always had to face, only we鈥檝e never faced it, because we鈥檙e young.鈥�
How would you want to spend your final months? It's a question I pondered a lot while reading On the Beach. Once finished, I needed a few days to collect my thoughts before writing this review.
The aftermath of nuclear war was never going to be sunshine and rainbows. It鈥檚 unbelievably bleak; with these survivors in Australia waiting for an inevitable demise. It was fascinating to see how different characters handled this situation. Each of them dealt with the same thing in their own, unique ways. Some drank, others pursued life goals, and many took the concept of 鈥榙enial鈥� to the next level.
鈥淭hey went on happily planning their garden for the next ten years, and the morning passed very quickly.鈥�
Replace the cloud with a virus and certain elements overlap with the pandemic. The subtle delivery added a sense of realism and this normalcy was effective at making things eerie. You can also see a bit of yourself in some of the characters.
Dwight Towers (commander of US submarine, Scorpion) and Moira Anderson had good chemistry, without falling into clich茅. It was touching to read of Dwight shopping for gifts, and how Moira helped him during these months. Moira had perhaps the most interesting character arc. I would have loved Dwight's gripping submarine missions to be longer, though they still worked effectively.
Peter Holmes and wife, Mary, were sometimes frustrating, yet represented an average family trying to navigate the impossible with their baby. John Osborne, the scientist, was another wonderfully drawn character 鈥� his Grand Prix an unexpected tangent, highlighting the importance of following one鈥檚 dreams before it鈥檚 too late.
On the Beach is a timely read about accepting defeat with grace and confronting your own mortality. But it鈥檚 about much more than that. In future, whenever conflicts escalate, I will think of this book. It鈥檚 the kind of novel you鈥檒l still remember years later, with scenes etched forever in your mind. I鈥檓 looking forward to watching the film adaptations.
鈥淭his was the end of it, the very, very end.鈥�
September 19, 2018
it's the most pleasant apocalypse ever!there is war! there are bombs! and everyone in the southern hemisphere knows the rest of the world is dead dead dead and they are just waiting for the radiation to drift downwards where they will succumb to vomiting and diarrhea and weakness and eventual death. let me repeat: this is known. and so what do they do to prepare themselves? not a whole lot. they buy some presents for children they know are already dead in other parts of the world (yes, this means that even though they know they will be dead within the month, there are still people reporting to work at the toy shop). they plant gardens they will never see. they have a car race. they buy a playpen to keep their baby from harm. duck and cover, indeed. it's more like an old navy commercial than the end of the world. not one single character freaks about about dying. not one goes on a looting spree or has sex or has a bomb shelter with canned goods to at least give survival a go. it's all shrug, "oh well". here is a quote, "no good agonizing about it. have another whiskey". yes, there is some drinking, but even that seems to be in moderation, except for the wine-uncle, who seems more concerned about not letting the wine cellar go to waste than as psychological padding from his doom. i'm sorry, but i get frustrated by unrealistic across-the-board behavior. one character in denial, sure, i can see that. one who is hopeful that the drift will just dissipate and never get to them. fine. but after one character is reminded that her hopes for grandchildren are probably not going to come to fruition, she remarks, "oh, dear, i keep forgetting." i don't see how the end of humanity is something that slips the mind. maybe the first sign of radiation poisoning is a lack of affect. i honestly don't know. but cheer up, it can't get any worse!
December 28, 2016
It's a dystopian story that is possible, it could really happen. How a global nucular war would play out nobody knows, but Nevil Shute's version is realistic. It is tragic, horrific, romantic, and sad. It shows humanity at it's best and it's worst and makes us all wonder how we would react in a similar situation. The ending was brilliant; an instant tear in the eye and lump in the throat.
May 15, 2025
效械褌械 褋械 屑薪芯谐芯.
效械褌邪褌 褋械 屑薪芯谐芯 谐谢褍锌芯褋褌懈.
袗 泻薪懈谐懈 泻邪褌芯 "袧邪 斜褉械谐邪", 褌褗褉锌械谢懈胁芯 褔邪泻邪褌 写邪 斜褗写邪褌 蟹邪斜械谢褟蟹邪薪懈 懈谢懈 写邪 懈屑 写芯泄写械 褉械写.
孝芯胁邪 械 芯褌 薪邪泄-褉械写泻懈褟 褌懈锌 泻薪懈谐懈, 芯褌 褌械蟹懈 泻芯懈褌芯 褌胁芯褉褟褌 懈褋褌芯褉懈褟! 袨褋芯斜械薪薪芯 胁邪卸薪芯 械 写邪 斜褗写械 锌褉芯褔械褌械薪邪 芯褌 褏芯褉邪褌邪, 泻芯懈褌芯 懈屑邪褌 写芯褋褌褗锌 写芯 泻褍褎邪褉褔械褌邪褌邪 褋 泻芯写芯胁械褌械 蟹邪 懈蟹褋褌褉械谢胁邪薪械 薪邪 褉邪泻械褌懈褌械 褋 褟写褉械薪懈 斜芯泄薪懈 谐谢邪胁懈. 袠 褋械 薪邪写褟胁邪屑 锌芯薪械 屑邪谢泻芯 写邪 械 褋锌芯屑芯谐薪邪谢邪 蟹邪 褉邪蟹褉械褕邪胁邪薪械褌芯 薪邪 袣邪褉懈斜褋泻邪褌邪 泻褉懈蟹邪, 褋谢褍褔懈谢邪 褋械 械写胁邪 薪褟泻芯谢泻芯 谐芯写懈薪懈 褋谢械写 锌褍斜谢懈泻褍胁邪薪械褌芯 褲.
袧械胁懈谢 楔褍褌 屑邪泄褋褌芯褉褋泻懈 芯锌懈褋胁邪 泻褉邪褟 薪邪 褋胁械褌邪. 袘邪胁薪芯, 薪械薪邪褌褉邪锌褔懈胁芯, 薪芯 薪械芯褌泻谢芯薪薪芯, 褋屑褗褉褌褌邪 懈写械 懈 薪懈褖芯 懈 薪懈泻芯泄 薪械 屑芯卸械 写邪 褟 褋锌褉械. 啸芯褉邪褌邪 褋械 锌褉械褋褌褉褍胁邪褌, 蟹邪 写邪 褋械 褋锌邪褋褟褌 芯褌 谢褍写芯褋褌褌邪, 褋褗蟹写邪胁邪褌 褋懈 褋胁械褌芯胁械 懈 懈写械懈, 薪芯 胁褋懈褔泻芯 械 薪邪锌褉邪蟹薪芯, 褌褟 懈写胁邪 蟹邪 胁褋械泻懈 械写懈薪 薪械懈蟹屑械薪薪芯. 袟邪 写邪 芯褑械谢械褟褌 薪邪泻褉邪褟 褋邪屑芯 蟹邪泄褑懈褌械, 锌芯薪械 蟹邪 芯褖械 械写薪邪 谐芯写懈薪邪...
袘芯谢械蟹薪械薪芯 械, 薪芯 械 邪斜褋芯谢褞褌薪芯 胁褗蟹屑芯卸薪芯 褌芯胁邪 写邪 褋械 褋谢褍褔懈 懈 写薪械褋...
楔械写褜芯胁褗褉, 泻芯泄褌芯 褌褉褟斜胁邪 写邪 褋械 锌褉芯褔械褌械 蟹邪写褗谢卸懈褌械谢薪芯 懈 写邪卸械 写邪 褋械 懈蟹褍褔邪胁邪 胁 褍褔懈谢懈褖械.
袟邪 卸械谢邪械褖懈褌械 - 懈屑邪 褟 胁 效懈褌邪薪泻邪 蟹邪 褋胁芯斜芯写械薪 锌褉芯褔懈褌, 薪芯 邪蟹 蟹邪锌谢邪褌懈褏 械写懈薪 谢械胁 懈 褋械谐邪 械 褋褉械写 芯褋褌邪薪邪谢懈褌械 褋褌褉邪褏芯褌薪懈 泻薪懈谐懈 胁 斜懈斜谢懈芯褌械泻邪褌邪 屑懈.
P.S. 袛邪薪芯 褉褍褋泻懈褟 褎邪褕懈褋褌 袩褍褌懈薪 写邪 械 谐谢械写邪谢 锌芯薪械 褎懈谢屑邪, 泻薪懈谐懈 械 褟褋薪芯 薪邪 胁褋懈褔泻懈, 褔械 薪械 褔械褌械...
效械褌邪褌 褋械 屑薪芯谐芯 谐谢褍锌芯褋褌懈.
袗 泻薪懈谐懈 泻邪褌芯 "袧邪 斜褉械谐邪", 褌褗褉锌械谢懈胁芯 褔邪泻邪褌 写邪 斜褗写邪褌 蟹邪斜械谢褟蟹邪薪懈 懈谢懈 写邪 懈屑 写芯泄写械 褉械写.
孝芯胁邪 械 芯褌 薪邪泄-褉械写泻懈褟 褌懈锌 泻薪懈谐懈, 芯褌 褌械蟹懈 泻芯懈褌芯 褌胁芯褉褟褌 懈褋褌芯褉懈褟! 袨褋芯斜械薪薪芯 胁邪卸薪芯 械 写邪 斜褗写械 锌褉芯褔械褌械薪邪 芯褌 褏芯褉邪褌邪, 泻芯懈褌芯 懈屑邪褌 写芯褋褌褗锌 写芯 泻褍褎邪褉褔械褌邪褌邪 褋 泻芯写芯胁械褌械 蟹邪 懈蟹褋褌褉械谢胁邪薪械 薪邪 褉邪泻械褌懈褌械 褋 褟写褉械薪懈 斜芯泄薪懈 谐谢邪胁懈. 袠 褋械 薪邪写褟胁邪屑 锌芯薪械 屑邪谢泻芯 写邪 械 褋锌芯屑芯谐薪邪谢邪 蟹邪 褉邪蟹褉械褕邪胁邪薪械褌芯 薪邪 袣邪褉懈斜褋泻邪褌邪 泻褉懈蟹邪, 褋谢褍褔懈谢邪 褋械 械写胁邪 薪褟泻芯谢泻芯 谐芯写懈薪懈 褋谢械写 锌褍斜谢懈泻褍胁邪薪械褌芯 褲.
袧械胁懈谢 楔褍褌 屑邪泄褋褌芯褉褋泻懈 芯锌懈褋胁邪 泻褉邪褟 薪邪 褋胁械褌邪. 袘邪胁薪芯, 薪械薪邪褌褉邪锌褔懈胁芯, 薪芯 薪械芯褌泻谢芯薪薪芯, 褋屑褗褉褌褌邪 懈写械 懈 薪懈褖芯 懈 薪懈泻芯泄 薪械 屑芯卸械 写邪 褟 褋锌褉械. 啸芯褉邪褌邪 褋械 锌褉械褋褌褉褍胁邪褌, 蟹邪 写邪 褋械 褋锌邪褋褟褌 芯褌 谢褍写芯褋褌褌邪, 褋褗蟹写邪胁邪褌 褋懈 褋胁械褌芯胁械 懈 懈写械懈, 薪芯 胁褋懈褔泻芯 械 薪邪锌褉邪蟹薪芯, 褌褟 懈写胁邪 蟹邪 胁褋械泻懈 械写懈薪 薪械懈蟹屑械薪薪芯. 袟邪 写邪 芯褑械谢械褟褌 薪邪泻褉邪褟 褋邪屑芯 蟹邪泄褑懈褌械, 锌芯薪械 蟹邪 芯褖械 械写薪邪 谐芯写懈薪邪...
袘芯谢械蟹薪械薪芯 械, 薪芯 械 邪斜褋芯谢褞褌薪芯 胁褗蟹屑芯卸薪芯 褌芯胁邪 写邪 褋械 褋谢褍褔懈 懈 写薪械褋...
楔械写褜芯胁褗褉, 泻芯泄褌芯 褌褉褟斜胁邪 写邪 褋械 锌褉芯褔械褌械 蟹邪写褗谢卸懈褌械谢薪芯 懈 写邪卸械 写邪 褋械 懈蟹褍褔邪胁邪 胁 褍褔懈谢懈褖械.
袟邪 卸械谢邪械褖懈褌械 - 懈屑邪 褟 胁 效懈褌邪薪泻邪 蟹邪 褋胁芯斜芯写械薪 锌褉芯褔懈褌, 薪芯 邪蟹 蟹邪锌谢邪褌懈褏 械写懈薪 谢械胁 懈 褋械谐邪 械 褋褉械写 芯褋褌邪薪邪谢懈褌械 褋褌褉邪褏芯褌薪懈 泻薪懈谐懈 胁 斜懈斜谢懈芯褌械泻邪褌邪 屑懈.
P.S. 袛邪薪芯 褉褍褋泻懈褟 褎邪褕懈褋褌 袩褍褌懈薪 写邪 械 谐谢械写邪谢 锌芯薪械 褎懈谢屑邪, 泻薪懈谐懈 械 褟褋薪芯 薪邪 胁褋懈褔泻懈, 褔械 薪械 褔械褌械...
March 3, 2019
This is definitely one of the silliest books I ever read. That's precisely why I kept reading! Imagine, you are living in a post-apocalyptic world and you are on the south coast of Australia where the last remaining people on earth are living. You are scheduled to die within a couple of months, so then tell me, do you really care if your daffodils are coming up next spring or whether you should be faithfull to your wife, far away in the U.S., who surely is dead as everyone else is over there? Well, no, any rational being wouldn't. You would imagine the few remaining people are terrified for the toxic cloud coming their way but, no, everyone is behaving rationally and politely and go on doing their usual stuff as much as they can. The book was written in 1957 and the Apocalypse took place in 1963, so I should have some mercy on these people. But, oh, are they tedious! Even the proverbial bad girl turns into a good girl and thinks it is a splendid idea to learn how to type and stenograph with just an estimated lifespan of three months of living to do! She should have kept on knocking away those double whiskeys, in my opinion! Anyway, it was a hilarious book and I liked it because of the outrageous 50's sentiments. Perhaps I should pay some respect to Nevil Shute for writing what must be one of the first dystopian books in the popular sense. So there you go, cheers Nevil, you managed to write a very peculiar book.
P.S. I later understood that this book terrified a lot of people, especially in the U.S. Remarkable, but I notice there is often a distinct dividing line between the U.S. and Europe in what is considered seriously scary.
P.S. I later understood that this book terrified a lot of people, especially in the U.S. Remarkable, but I notice there is often a distinct dividing line between the U.S. and Europe in what is considered seriously scary.
January 29, 2020
Peter Holmes was a Lieutenant Commander in the Royal Australian Navy and was soon to join the USS Scorpion as a liaison officer under an American submarine captain, Commander Dwight Towers. Peter lived on a farm just outside Melbourne with his wife Mary and their baby daughter Jennifer. Since the radioactive particles from the nuclear bombs of WWIII had started drifting across the earth, communities in the northern hemisphere had been wiped out. The southern hemisphere had quickly followed, and northern Australia had already succumbed. The object of the US submarine was to tour the northern waters for signs of life - as far as the United States and Seattle in particular since a staticky morse code could occasionally be heard from that vicinity.
As the residents of Melbourne continued on with their lives, some with calm demeanors, not believing what was to come, continuing to plan for the future, while others lost themselves in a bottle, trying to drown out reality...
On the Beach by Aussie author Nevil Shute was originally published in 1957, with the story set in the future (of that time) of 1963. A fascinating story with nightmarish qualities which settled on ordinary everyday people. Buying gifts for people who were quite obviously no longer with us; planting a vegetable garden; repairing fences 鈥� all with only weeks to go until the end鈥� Highly recommended.
With thanks to Text Publishing for my hardcover copy which is a reprinting of the 1957 original release.
As the residents of Melbourne continued on with their lives, some with calm demeanors, not believing what was to come, continuing to plan for the future, while others lost themselves in a bottle, trying to drown out reality...
On the Beach by Aussie author Nevil Shute was originally published in 1957, with the story set in the future (of that time) of 1963. A fascinating story with nightmarish qualities which settled on ordinary everyday people. Buying gifts for people who were quite obviously no longer with us; planting a vegetable garden; repairing fences 鈥� all with only weeks to go until the end鈥� Highly recommended.
鈥淚t's not the end of the world at all," he said. "It's only the end for us. The world will go on just the same, only we shan't be in it. I dare say it will get along all right without us.鈥�
With thanks to Text Publishing for my hardcover copy which is a reprinting of the 1957 original release.
October 31, 2022
A very appropriate read for these troubled times, where leaders are prepared to risk the health of this planet & its population to get their own way.
Written in 1957, this book is set slightly in the future. (1963) In 1961 World War 3 is a nuclear war which has destroyed all living things in the Northern Hemisphere & air currents are carrying the nuclear fallout to the Southern Hemisphere.
In Melbourne, Australia many are trying to carry on living a normal life in spite of all the changes - like a shortage of petrol for example. Or some prefer to drink themselves into oblivion.
I totally get this denial of reality.
I thought Shute was imaginative and sensitive in the world he created. Moira Davidson is now my new favourite Shute heroine.
Thought provoking.
Edit: & I thought I would just share my own experiences of those times.
My New Zealand born (but Canadian citizen) father & Canadian mother lived in Toronto in 1961. After the Bay of Pigs invasion, my father decided he wanted to go back to New Zealand as he was convinced the world was heading for WW3. & in 1963 that is what our family did. So the mixture of responses in this book (apathy, thrill seeking, denial of reality) seem believable to me.
Written in 1957, this book is set slightly in the future. (1963) In 1961 World War 3 is a nuclear war which has destroyed all living things in the Northern Hemisphere & air currents are carrying the nuclear fallout to the Southern Hemisphere.
In Melbourne, Australia many are trying to carry on living a normal life in spite of all the changes - like a shortage of petrol for example. Or some prefer to drink themselves into oblivion.
I totally get this denial of reality.
I thought Shute was imaginative and sensitive in the world he created. Moira Davidson is now my new favourite Shute heroine.
Thought provoking.
Edit: & I thought I would just share my own experiences of those times.
My New Zealand born (but Canadian citizen) father & Canadian mother lived in Toronto in 1961. After the Bay of Pigs invasion, my father decided he wanted to go back to New Zealand as he was convinced the world was heading for WW3. & in 1963 that is what our family did. So the mixture of responses in this book (apathy, thrill seeking, denial of reality) seem believable to me.
August 13, 2008
"It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine..."
That line from the old REM song pretty much sums up Nevil Shute's "On the Beach." The world has ended and everyone's pretty much OK with it.
Written in the late 50's and set in the near future of the early 60's, "On the Beach" finds World War III has come and gone. The final battle was set off by a misunderstanding with the bigger nuclear powers shooting first and asking questions later. The result is the northern hemisphere is gone, nuked to oblivion and the southern hemisphere is waiting for the radiation to slowly spread across the entire planet and kills the survivors.
It's these survivors that we meet in Australia. And they're all taking it pretty well. There's no chaos here. Everything is running fairly normally, except for the fact that we're all going to die in about six months. And not a pretty death, but a slow, painful one.
The big problem with this book is the quiet acceptance every character has of this. Yes, there are some characters deep in denial and some are planning for a world beyond six months from now, but never is there any sense of panic or desparation by anyone. The most panicked we get is they move up an auto race a few months becuase the time it's scheduled to take place will be after the radiation hits.
There are some moments of hope in the story that someone might be alive in the northern hemisphere or that the coming end might not come. But these are quickly dashed and then everyone accepts it with quiet resignation.
I'm sure when it was written, this book was strangely scary and virtually prophetic. But reading it now, it's a story that seems dated, with characters who fail to spark much interest for the reader. I haven't read a book since "Lucifer's Hammer" where I actively rooted for the apocolyptic event to happen already just to kill off some of the characters in the story and maybe get things moving. And that's the biggest flaw in "On the Beach"--nothing happens. We don't get to see the end of the world and nothing seems to make any impact on the characters. It's a hard book to read, not because of the subject matter but because virtually nothing happens and none of the characters are interesting enough to make the investment of time worth it in the end.
That line from the old REM song pretty much sums up Nevil Shute's "On the Beach." The world has ended and everyone's pretty much OK with it.
Written in the late 50's and set in the near future of the early 60's, "On the Beach" finds World War III has come and gone. The final battle was set off by a misunderstanding with the bigger nuclear powers shooting first and asking questions later. The result is the northern hemisphere is gone, nuked to oblivion and the southern hemisphere is waiting for the radiation to slowly spread across the entire planet and kills the survivors.
It's these survivors that we meet in Australia. And they're all taking it pretty well. There's no chaos here. Everything is running fairly normally, except for the fact that we're all going to die in about six months. And not a pretty death, but a slow, painful one.
The big problem with this book is the quiet acceptance every character has of this. Yes, there are some characters deep in denial and some are planning for a world beyond six months from now, but never is there any sense of panic or desparation by anyone. The most panicked we get is they move up an auto race a few months becuase the time it's scheduled to take place will be after the radiation hits.
There are some moments of hope in the story that someone might be alive in the northern hemisphere or that the coming end might not come. But these are quickly dashed and then everyone accepts it with quiet resignation.
I'm sure when it was written, this book was strangely scary and virtually prophetic. But reading it now, it's a story that seems dated, with characters who fail to spark much interest for the reader. I haven't read a book since "Lucifer's Hammer" where I actively rooted for the apocolyptic event to happen already just to kill off some of the characters in the story and maybe get things moving. And that's the biggest flaw in "On the Beach"--nothing happens. We don't get to see the end of the world and nothing seems to make any impact on the characters. It's a hard book to read, not because of the subject matter but because virtually nothing happens and none of the characters are interesting enough to make the investment of time worth it in the end.
March 12, 2025
Set in the aftermath of a 'Third War,' this book portrays a morbid reality where major cities in the Northern Hemisphere have been obliterated by nuclear weapons, and the survivors succumb to radiation sickness. As radiation gradually spreads southward across the globe, the narrative follows the daily lives of Australian civilians and their interactions with American navy personnel who managed to survive the conflict. Their lives are overshadowed by impending radiation-induced death. There is no hope--everyone dies. This story underscores the perennial potential for a similar catastrophe in our future.
Written in 1957, the book captured a moment when humanity was on the brink of nuclear conflict. Underpinned by the doctrine of Mutually Assured Destruction, America and the Soviet Union stood poised to annihilate one another and their allies. Indeed, they almost did during the Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962. Although flawed in its portrayal of radiation's global lethality, the book correctly foresees the concept of humanity's destruction. Nuclear blasts would immediately kill hundreds of millions of people. Billions more would likely die from widespread famine in the subsequent 'nuclear winter'.
The collapse of the Soviet Union reduced immediate fears of nuclear conflict. Contemporary geopolitics, however, demands renewed attention to the macabre outcome of this book. Conflict between America and China looms large. Both nations possess formidable nuclear arsenals. The question arises: in the midst of war, would either nation unleash nuclear weapons to avoid defeat? Russia's recent threats in Ukraine to use 'tactical' nuclear weapons adds another possibility for global nuclear conflagration. The fate of humanity ultimately hinges on maintaining stable international relations amongst nuclear powers or more simply, a handful of men.
Written in 1957, the book captured a moment when humanity was on the brink of nuclear conflict. Underpinned by the doctrine of Mutually Assured Destruction, America and the Soviet Union stood poised to annihilate one another and their allies. Indeed, they almost did during the Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962. Although flawed in its portrayal of radiation's global lethality, the book correctly foresees the concept of humanity's destruction. Nuclear blasts would immediately kill hundreds of millions of people. Billions more would likely die from widespread famine in the subsequent 'nuclear winter'.
The collapse of the Soviet Union reduced immediate fears of nuclear conflict. Contemporary geopolitics, however, demands renewed attention to the macabre outcome of this book. Conflict between America and China looms large. Both nations possess formidable nuclear arsenals. The question arises: in the midst of war, would either nation unleash nuclear weapons to avoid defeat? Russia's recent threats in Ukraine to use 'tactical' nuclear weapons adds another possibility for global nuclear conflagration. The fate of humanity ultimately hinges on maintaining stable international relations amongst nuclear powers or more simply, a handful of men.
January 31, 2019
Unlike many others by Nevil, I've only read this one once. Didn't see movie. Remember enjoying the Australian setting and characters, how Shute depicted their mindsets and behaviors.
Encourage readers who have read only this to try others by the author. Pied Piper, Round the Bend, and ... Alice.
A classic post holocaust speculation from when terrorism wasn't ...
When stationed at SAC, near Omaha, in the early 1960s, my barracks was closest to the flight line. The sounds of brakes on the big war birds ...
Recommended Genre Companion = Pat Frank's Babylon
Encourage readers who have read only this to try others by the author. Pied Piper, Round the Bend, and ... Alice.
A classic post holocaust speculation from when terrorism wasn't ...
When stationed at SAC, near Omaha, in the early 1960s, my barracks was closest to the flight line. The sounds of brakes on the big war birds ...
Recommended Genre Companion = Pat Frank's Babylon
November 12, 2021
The world is in big trouble. At least, it is in this 1957 dystopia. Our planet, ravaged by atomic bombs, is infected by a deadly dust that is slowly making its way southward to Melbourne, Australia, the last large city standing.
Death is on its way to all Earth's remaining inhabitants. News reports announce every time another city falls, and it's just a matter of time before the cholera-like symptoms finish off the last of the human race. Good times.
Despite this knowledge, the people in this book exhibit a deep seeded denial. They are planting next year's garden, buying gifts for their (surely) dead relatives in America, planning fishing trips, pricing lawn mowers, and worrying over their baby's first tooth breaking through.
This was interesting to me at first, because I do believe there's a psychological truth to that type of behaviour. As humans, we tend to believe it can happen to someone else, somewhere else, but not to us. This is a thing.
But it grated on me as the 300 page book progressed, and the dust made its way closer to Australia's southern coast. Shute's characters lay down and take their fate with an unconvincing placidity. Not for a minute do I believe that everyone would just stay home and die rather than shuffle southward to where it is safer. Declining to even attempt to extend their lives, no matter how slight the chance. Not for a minute do I believe there would be such civilized acceptance of mass extinction. There would be madness, desperation, looting, and harebrained schemes for survival.
There's none of that in these pages. In fact, the one character who said "to hell with it, I'm doing as I please before I die" becomes remarkably tame and proper as her doom approaches.
Let me tell you, whatever it says about me, I would NOT plant daffodil bulbs if the end was near. I would be fighting for a ticket to the South Pole, or stow away on the last working submarine, even if it could only guarantee a few more weeks of life.
On a technical note: this is my first time reading Nevil Shute, and while he is a competent enough writer, his dialogue conventions really drove me up the wall. He loves to refer to each character in a myriad of ways. For example, our protagonist Peter Holmes is referred to in dialogue as "Peter", "Peter Holmes", "the Australian", "the liason officer", "the young naval officer", "the officer", "the host" and probably more that I didn't catch. Dwight Towers was known as "Dwight", "Dwight Towers" "Commander Towers", "the American", "the captain", and many more. I found this style of cycling through the different names really distracting and confused the psychic distance between reader and character.
Also, the author went nuts on page 112, using the word "it'ld" four times and "that'ld" once (never to do so again for the rest of the book). Oh, and introduced me to the Australian term "dinkum" (it's not an insult, strangely enough).
While On the Beach does express the awful fear of nuclear war so typical of mid-last-century, I found this novel both depressing, and a little bit silly.
He paused, thinking of the flowering trees that he had seen on the shore through the periscope, cascaras and flame trees, the palms standing in the sunlight. 鈥淢aybe we鈥檝e been too silly to deserve a world like this.鈥�
The scientist said, 鈥淭hat鈥檚 absolutely and precisely right.鈥�
Death is on its way to all Earth's remaining inhabitants. News reports announce every time another city falls, and it's just a matter of time before the cholera-like symptoms finish off the last of the human race. Good times.
Despite this knowledge, the people in this book exhibit a deep seeded denial. They are planting next year's garden, buying gifts for their (surely) dead relatives in America, planning fishing trips, pricing lawn mowers, and worrying over their baby's first tooth breaking through.
This was interesting to me at first, because I do believe there's a psychological truth to that type of behaviour. As humans, we tend to believe it can happen to someone else, somewhere else, but not to us. This is a thing.
But it grated on me as the 300 page book progressed, and the dust made its way closer to Australia's southern coast. Shute's characters lay down and take their fate with an unconvincing placidity. Not for a minute do I believe that everyone would just stay home and die rather than shuffle southward to where it is safer. Declining to even attempt to extend their lives, no matter how slight the chance. Not for a minute do I believe there would be such civilized acceptance of mass extinction. There would be madness, desperation, looting, and harebrained schemes for survival.
There's none of that in these pages. In fact, the one character who said "to hell with it, I'm doing as I please before I die" becomes remarkably tame and proper as her doom approaches.
Let me tell you, whatever it says about me, I would NOT plant daffodil bulbs if the end was near. I would be fighting for a ticket to the South Pole, or stow away on the last working submarine, even if it could only guarantee a few more weeks of life.
On a technical note: this is my first time reading Nevil Shute, and while he is a competent enough writer, his dialogue conventions really drove me up the wall. He loves to refer to each character in a myriad of ways. For example, our protagonist Peter Holmes is referred to in dialogue as "Peter", "Peter Holmes", "the Australian", "the liason officer", "the young naval officer", "the officer", "the host" and probably more that I didn't catch. Dwight Towers was known as "Dwight", "Dwight Towers" "Commander Towers", "the American", "the captain", and many more. I found this style of cycling through the different names really distracting and confused the psychic distance between reader and character.
Also, the author went nuts on page 112, using the word "it'ld" four times and "that'ld" once (never to do so again for the rest of the book). Oh, and introduced me to the Australian term "dinkum" (it's not an insult, strangely enough).
While On the Beach does express the awful fear of nuclear war so typical of mid-last-century, I found this novel both depressing, and a little bit silly.
He paused, thinking of the flowering trees that he had seen on the shore through the periscope, cascaras and flame trees, the palms standing in the sunlight. 鈥淢aybe we鈥檝e been too silly to deserve a world like this.鈥�
The scientist said, 鈥淭hat鈥檚 absolutely and precisely right.鈥�
May 4, 2022
This was at least a 10 star book. Can鈥檛 remember reading something as emotive. Simple story of a small number of characters waiting to die in Melbourne from a nuclear cloud drifting towards them. All taking this impending event with pragmatic stoicism.
The relationship between Dwight Towers the Submarine Commander and Moira 鈥榯he girl鈥� is brilliantly painted. I can see Gregory Peck and Ava Gardner from the film. But it was a long time since I saw it and need to search it out.
The way life goes on with the knowledge that they have years, then months and days left feels so real. Characters buying toys for children they know are dead. Garden seats for Gardens they won鈥檛 see. Motor racing events where participants are being killed in numbers. Amazing writing.
And yes pollen again affected my eyes in reading. The writing style and picture of a country where horses pulled homemade buggies reminded me of John Wyndham. This was a classic novel I feel better to have read.
The relationship between Dwight Towers the Submarine Commander and Moira 鈥榯he girl鈥� is brilliantly painted. I can see Gregory Peck and Ava Gardner from the film. But it was a long time since I saw it and need to search it out.
The way life goes on with the knowledge that they have years, then months and days left feels so real. Characters buying toys for children they know are dead. Garden seats for Gardens they won鈥檛 see. Motor racing events where participants are being killed in numbers. Amazing writing.
And yes pollen again affected my eyes in reading. The writing style and picture of a country where horses pulled homemade buggies reminded me of John Wyndham. This was a classic novel I feel better to have read.
June 13, 2011
Nevil Shute鈥檚 On the Beach, originally published in 1957, is a post-apocalyptic novel which takes place in Melbourne, Australia a year or so after a nuclear World War III. This final world war was so devastating that radioactive clouds are slowly traveling the earth, and killing all people and animals in its wake. Due to some (probably not very) complicated weather and wind pattern science, Australia and it鈥檚 surrounding islands are just about the last inhabited places to be affected by the radioactivity. And this is where the story takes place; the final months, weeks and days of some of the last people on earth.
Remember the T.S.Elliot poem which ends with the statement that the world will end, 鈥渘ot with a bang but a whimper鈥�? Apparently Shute agrees. Scientists have predicted the approximate month when the radioactivity will reach Melbourne. The people we meet all very quietly go about their days, doing what they love to do, or what they must do. Although there is a bit more drinking, chaos does not ensue. Looting, theft, vandalism or any other sort of crime is not on the rise. Doctors continue to perform lifesaving (and life extending) surgery. Occasionally people will make statements such as, 鈥淚t won鈥檛 be long now鈥� and 鈥淲e all have to go sometime, only now we know when that sometime will be鈥� But for the most part, people in Shute鈥檚 novel live their remaining time in a state of 鈥enial? Forced ignorant bliss? They talk about what will happen with their garden, cars, children, and jobs in the future even though there is clearly no future.
鈥淢ary looked at her gratefully. 鈥淲ell, that鈥檚 what I think. I mean, I couldn鈥檛 bear to 鈥� to just stop doing things and do nothing. You might as well die now and get it over.鈥�
Moira nodded. 鈥淚f what they say is right, we鈥檙e none of us going to have time to do all that we planned to do. But we can keep on doing it as long as we can.鈥�
But that is all any of us can do under the best of circumstances, right? Granted, Shute chose to not write about religion, the breakdown of society, or the very American notion of 鈥渢ake this job and shove it鈥� with the end of the world approaching. Even so, if you do what you love every day, why change that when your days start to quickly dwindle away? I found this novel to be a commentary on everyday life as much as anything else.
Finally, many reviewers have commented on what a nice, well behaved apocalypse Shute has envisioned. But I don鈥檛 believe this means his scenario is necessarily incorrect. After all, remember the five stages of grief? In case you don鈥檛, the first one is denial. Clearly, you and I and anyone else reading this book, learning about the end of the world and contemplating our own mortality are going to freak out a little bit. On the Beach takes place a year (or two?) after a brief nuclear war. Shute鈥檚 characters have had time to work through their denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. We meet them as they reach the final stage of grief, which is acceptance.
On the Beach is heartbreakingly sad. Not so much in the where-is-the-box-of-tissues way, but in a way that affects you quite subtly throughout and long afterwards. I loved the characters in this story, the relationships, and the way people chose to face their deaths and resolve their lives. This is a book I most definitely recommend.
Remember the T.S.Elliot poem which ends with the statement that the world will end, 鈥渘ot with a bang but a whimper鈥�? Apparently Shute agrees. Scientists have predicted the approximate month when the radioactivity will reach Melbourne. The people we meet all very quietly go about their days, doing what they love to do, or what they must do. Although there is a bit more drinking, chaos does not ensue. Looting, theft, vandalism or any other sort of crime is not on the rise. Doctors continue to perform lifesaving (and life extending) surgery. Occasionally people will make statements such as, 鈥淚t won鈥檛 be long now鈥� and 鈥淲e all have to go sometime, only now we know when that sometime will be鈥� But for the most part, people in Shute鈥檚 novel live their remaining time in a state of 鈥enial? Forced ignorant bliss? They talk about what will happen with their garden, cars, children, and jobs in the future even though there is clearly no future.
鈥淢ary looked at her gratefully. 鈥淲ell, that鈥檚 what I think. I mean, I couldn鈥檛 bear to 鈥� to just stop doing things and do nothing. You might as well die now and get it over.鈥�
Moira nodded. 鈥淚f what they say is right, we鈥檙e none of us going to have time to do all that we planned to do. But we can keep on doing it as long as we can.鈥�
But that is all any of us can do under the best of circumstances, right? Granted, Shute chose to not write about religion, the breakdown of society, or the very American notion of 鈥渢ake this job and shove it鈥� with the end of the world approaching. Even so, if you do what you love every day, why change that when your days start to quickly dwindle away? I found this novel to be a commentary on everyday life as much as anything else.
Finally, many reviewers have commented on what a nice, well behaved apocalypse Shute has envisioned. But I don鈥檛 believe this means his scenario is necessarily incorrect. After all, remember the five stages of grief? In case you don鈥檛, the first one is denial. Clearly, you and I and anyone else reading this book, learning about the end of the world and contemplating our own mortality are going to freak out a little bit. On the Beach takes place a year (or two?) after a brief nuclear war. Shute鈥檚 characters have had time to work through their denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. We meet them as they reach the final stage of grief, which is acceptance.
On the Beach is heartbreakingly sad. Not so much in the where-is-the-box-of-tissues way, but in a way that affects you quite subtly throughout and long afterwards. I loved the characters in this story, the relationships, and the way people chose to face their deaths and resolve their lives. This is a book I most definitely recommend.
October 1, 2019
"Maybe we've been too silly to deserve a world like this," he said.
The population of a small town in Australia goes very, very gently into that good night as they wait for a cloud of nuclear fallout to reach them.
" . . . no wind does blow right into the Southern Hemisphere from the Northern Hemisphere. If it did we'd all be dead right now."
"I wish we were," she said bitterly. "It's like waiting to be hung."
"Maybe it is. Or maybe it's a period of grace."
For the most part, everyone goes about their business. They open their shops, and plant gardens. It's life as usual, but with an expiration date. In modern-day America. I'm sure things would be quite different: rioting in the streets, massive looting, and a prevailing attitude of "If I'm going out, I'm spending my last few months living like a king!" Oh, how I prefer this idealized, fictionalized world of exiting with a sigh, and a well-timed pill.
I must admit - the pet owners in this one got to me, and the farmer worried about the fate of his livestock. Who will care for these creatures when there are no humans? Turns out, as I discovered in the book I was reading concurrently with this one - - animals are quite possibly better off without us.
Stray dogs near Chernobyl's reactor number four in 2017.
Horses graze in the exclusion zone.
Life, uh, finds a way. (Except for us humans, I guess . . .)
The population of a small town in Australia goes very, very gently into that good night as they wait for a cloud of nuclear fallout to reach them.
" . . . no wind does blow right into the Southern Hemisphere from the Northern Hemisphere. If it did we'd all be dead right now."
"I wish we were," she said bitterly. "It's like waiting to be hung."
"Maybe it is. Or maybe it's a period of grace."
For the most part, everyone goes about their business. They open their shops, and plant gardens. It's life as usual, but with an expiration date. In modern-day America. I'm sure things would be quite different: rioting in the streets, massive looting, and a prevailing attitude of "If I'm going out, I'm spending my last few months living like a king!" Oh, how I prefer this idealized, fictionalized world of exiting with a sigh, and a well-timed pill.
I must admit - the pet owners in this one got to me, and the farmer worried about the fate of his livestock. Who will care for these creatures when there are no humans? Turns out, as I discovered in the book I was reading concurrently with this one - - animals are quite possibly better off without us.
Stray dogs near Chernobyl's reactor number four in 2017.
Horses graze in the exclusion zone.
Life, uh, finds a way. (Except for us humans, I guess . . .)
May 1, 2023
One of the last inhabited places, on a post (Northern Hemisphere-centric) nuclear war Earth is Australia; and as the fallout slowly but steadily comes south, people start making preparations (or not) for the big end. Meanwhile the second to last US nuclear submarine is docked at the harbour. Yet another truly wonderful read by Shute. 8 out of 12 - Four Stars.
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March 14, 2024
I just told one of my GR friends that this book brought back memories. I lived during the days of the Cuban missile crisis, when bomb shelters were not considered out of the norm and when the school taught 鈥渄uck and cover鈥�. This is an old read but well worth the time.
April 4, 2020
I have wanted to read this book for quite some time, and when it was offered on edelweiss, I decided to take it on. Perhaps it was not the best time to read a book about the world ending through nuclear war, but then again, it just might make me realize that there are and were truly worse things that threatened our existence. I realize the Wuhan virus is awful and a terrible ordeal for us all, but in this story most of the people of the world are already dead through radiation poisoning, and the characters in this story live in the last bastion of remaining living things. However, this too shall end as the radiation traveled southward into Australia and New Zealand, places where the bulk of the story take place.
People know, they realize that their time is limited, and yet they hold out hope that perhaps maybe there will be a next Spring and Summer, that perhaps it won't be as they know it will, perhaps they will escape the ravages of nuclear fallout.
We follow a number of characters and because of the time when this book was written 1957, the threat of nuclear war was real. Each character handles their ultimate doom in a different manner knowing that their death in imminent. It is a bit dated of course, but the message it carries is quite clear. We must all learn to enjoy the life we have been given for we never know when it could be taken from us.
Interestingly, the title "On the Beach" is a Royal Navy term meaning "retired from service." I am glad I finally had an opportunity to read this book. Thank you to Edelweiss for providing me the opportunity to do so.
People know, they realize that their time is limited, and yet they hold out hope that perhaps maybe there will be a next Spring and Summer, that perhaps it won't be as they know it will, perhaps they will escape the ravages of nuclear fallout.
We follow a number of characters and because of the time when this book was written 1957, the threat of nuclear war was real. Each character handles their ultimate doom in a different manner knowing that their death in imminent. It is a bit dated of course, but the message it carries is quite clear. We must all learn to enjoy the life we have been given for we never know when it could be taken from us.
Interestingly, the title "On the Beach" is a Royal Navy term meaning "retired from service." I am glad I finally had an opportunity to read this book. Thank you to Edelweiss for providing me the opportunity to do so.
February 5, 2009
Read this book if you're ever tempted to think that global nuclear war wasn't a real threat. People were scared shitless, with good reason.
January 2, 2021
I read this book in honor of Pamela, a dear, witty, and well read GR friend who passed away three months ago. It was on her list of favorites. She is missed..
This book was made into a successful film starring Gregory Peck, Ava Gardner, Anthony Perkins, and Fred Astaire. I saw it years ago and it is their faces I saw when I read the book. WWIII has just ended in the total destruction of life in the Northern Hemisphere and the radioactive cloud is moving into the Southern Hemisphere, killing all in its path. The story is set in Australia, which is still radioactive free and follows the lives of four main characters and how they are dealing (or not dealing) with their impending deaths.
It took a while to get used to Shute's use of what appeared to be an overabundance of small talk among the main players but it soon became clear that he was providing the reader with an in-depth character study of each one which would play a part in their acceptance and actions as the end was near.
The book moves slowly but surely toward the inevitable as the characters attempt to go on with their lives and make decisions that will break your heart. The final page moved me to tears. It is a downbeat but also somewhat uplifting story and I recommend it.
This book was made into a successful film starring Gregory Peck, Ava Gardner, Anthony Perkins, and Fred Astaire. I saw it years ago and it is their faces I saw when I read the book. WWIII has just ended in the total destruction of life in the Northern Hemisphere and the radioactive cloud is moving into the Southern Hemisphere, killing all in its path. The story is set in Australia, which is still radioactive free and follows the lives of four main characters and how they are dealing (or not dealing) with their impending deaths.
It took a while to get used to Shute's use of what appeared to be an overabundance of small talk among the main players but it soon became clear that he was providing the reader with an in-depth character study of each one which would play a part in their acceptance and actions as the end was near.
The book moves slowly but surely toward the inevitable as the characters attempt to go on with their lives and make decisions that will break your heart. The final page moved me to tears. It is a downbeat but also somewhat uplifting story and I recommend it.
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March 16, 2018This is a tricky book to review without spoilers, there is basically only one incident that drives the entire book, and that happens off the page before the book begins, and that event means that a certain thing is going to happen, to everybody, the problem is that this certain thing will happen to everyone anyway (sorry if that comes as a spoiler to you, but it does) so from a literary point of view the author either has to find some new or particular meaning or convince us that this is particularly poignant for the book to be successful, by the very nature of the story there can't be thrills, spills or miraculous escapes - well, there could have been a couple of possible escape routes but Shute chose not to explore those and he only acknowledges one in any case.
Judging by other reviews some people found that it worked for them, indeed on the back of the copy I read a reviewer from The Evening News wrote "If you can can read it without being brought to the edge of tears you are harder and more callous than I am", so I learnt from this book that I am harder and more callous than one John Connell. Well I didn't know that before reading, so I could be grateful for this revelation. Now I can imagine Mr Connell looking up from his typewriter to a framed photograph of the young Queen Liz II, left hand barely able to hold his tumbler of whisky steady, as he mumbles something about how magnificently stiff lipped they all were. However I found myself in the same position as when I read Mary Shelley's one watches a certain process unfolding, and basically it is not very interesting, theoretically it is dramatic, but it is hard to convey that for the length of even a 250ish page yarn . Hmm.
After this book was published a Swiss woman came up with the . In this book however however there is no such thing, instead there are only three states: denial, acceptance and once or twice and only from the women - petulance. So a certain thing is going to happen - none of the characters is going through any process or development in regard to this thing, they remain in the same mental state throughout so there is minimal psychological interest for the reader. Sorry if I'm over selling this to you and you are already hammering on the library door.
Well to fill the time between the first page and the last one, Shute gives us some characters: an Australian naval officer, and his wife (the wife is a bit, well actually pretty, which is to say simply stupid, but that more or less suffices for a character) her husband though is a good sort, mechanically minded so a good sort, he gets appointed liaison officer to a US American submarine, there doesn't seem to be any purpose for this appointment but ne'er mind, in for a penny, in for pound, the author was a bit at a loss too, he describes him as having a really busy day of liaison work and then lists everything he does: he phones an old friend, pretty exhausting this liaison work, hey? The couple also have a baby, I think the baby is called Jennifer butshe is resolutely described as 'it' which builds in a certain distance between the reader and any potential pathos. Next character: the US commander of the submarine, he's called Dwight and is in denial, and says things like 'sure' and mentions 'uncle Sam' regularly so we know he's 100 percent USA. He doesn't have a relationship with Moira, when we first meet her she wears red lipstick, a red blouse, red shoes and some kind of garment covering her lower body which is also red. Aha, says I, I knows about this symbolism lark, avast! This be a Scarlet woman, shiver me timbers! Next time she's dressed all in white (so virginal then), after that in Khaki (camouflage maybe), I don't know, these modern writers, always trying to confound and confuse the reader, it's enough to give you a headache. At first she boozes, then she becomes a good girl and attends secretarial school, God knows why, then she hits the brandy again - curious actually that the country doesn't run out of brandy, she won't sleep over because what would her parents say? As a reader you think that given a certain thing will happen why would anyone care - ok some of you point out there's a certain thing called religion, but then the author flags up that the government have made preparations so that everybody can participate and smooth out the potentially irregular process of the certain event by swallowing a certain pill and as far as I recall religious thought is generally not keen on people taking such an action even in the face of the inevitable and inescapable. Finally there's a boffin, Moira knows him, maybe he's called John, maybe he's a kind of cousin of her's, he is seconded to the submarine as scientific attach茅, Moira warns against this, darkly suggesting that he is unsuitable. At this the reader's heart leaps, maybe he is homosexual, or maybe he likes to stitch together body parts and reanimate them with electricity, in the end it turns out that he definitely owns a race car and likes to drive it very fast, which I had assumed was the point, but you know - women ay?
So we've got a process, some characters and an atomic submarine so naturally we've got to have a refit, or two, because that's the kind of novel this is, actually that is Shute's comfort zone, there's a nice scene when the boffin fiddles about with his car or plans to cannibalise some parts to repair it, essentially this is were Shute is good and when his characters are at ease , but once we've had a refit, and a sea trial, then we get to have a quest because of a mcguffin reason.
Some other things happen, there's a grand prix with car crashes and burst tires, which might be kind of exciting but for the fact that a certain thing is going to happen so it doesn't much matter if you crash and burn or not in a larger perspective. There's a concerted effort to drink all the Port. And there's a visit to an Art gallery and a discussion about Art - I like that kind of thing in a book as in my way I assume the author is not so subtly conveying their aesthetic to the reader. In this case we are told that the 'phoney' is bad, where phoney is understood to mean too dramatic or unrealistic, realism is the desired effect and a certain subtly - for which I'd give the book a B plus, or possibly a C minus as I think they have too much electricity, and too much food, and I'm a bit bothered that so many people keep on working and don't attempt to go to certain places . Anyway the kind of Art that is good we are told, is Renoir, apparently there is sufficient Renoir in Melbourne (p.147). Good art then should be "very French and very colourful" (p.147), well that Moira character wears red and white and Khaki - there's our colour, as for French, well there are some bottles of Bourdeux, so we have a book that is French and colourful and therefore like Renoir and thus counts as good Art. Now we are know were we stand. And if I'm underwhelmed it is because I'm callous and incapable of appreciating Art with a capital a.
Interested that smoking is allowed onboard the submarine, I suppose it is a bit late to worry in the context of the story, but struck me as curious.
An alternative review would simply be but that has too many spoilers really and I couldn't do that to you.
I think this kind of non-story is really difficult though to accomplish, but this time the cover is more exciting than the contents, I mean there's a man and a woman and a submarine surfacing - I note some other covers are less exciting, some even have the only spoiler illustrated which seems a trifle unfair. It reads like the novelisation of a not great film, one can imagine with very good actors if they really tried that it might work if you were really in the mood. However this is undoubtedly a must read if you love novels set in Australia that mention trams and have a tram driver saying something, otherwise...
Judging by other reviews some people found that it worked for them, indeed on the back of the copy I read a reviewer from The Evening News wrote "If you can can read it without being brought to the edge of tears you are harder and more callous than I am", so I learnt from this book that I am harder and more callous than one John Connell. Well I didn't know that before reading, so I could be grateful for this revelation. Now I can imagine Mr Connell looking up from his typewriter to a framed photograph of the young Queen Liz II, left hand barely able to hold his tumbler of whisky steady, as he mumbles something about how magnificently stiff lipped they all were. However I found myself in the same position as when I read Mary Shelley's one watches a certain process unfolding, and basically it is not very interesting, theoretically it is dramatic, but it is hard to convey that for the length of even a 250ish page yarn . Hmm.
After this book was published a Swiss woman came up with the . In this book however however there is no such thing, instead there are only three states: denial, acceptance and once or twice and only from the women - petulance. So a certain thing is going to happen - none of the characters is going through any process or development in regard to this thing, they remain in the same mental state throughout so there is minimal psychological interest for the reader. Sorry if I'm over selling this to you and you are already hammering on the library door.
Well to fill the time between the first page and the last one, Shute gives us some characters: an Australian naval officer, and his wife (the wife is a bit, well actually pretty, which is to say simply stupid, but that more or less suffices for a character) her husband though is a good sort, mechanically minded so a good sort, he gets appointed liaison officer to a US American submarine, there doesn't seem to be any purpose for this appointment but ne'er mind, in for a penny, in for pound, the author was a bit at a loss too, he describes him as having a really busy day of liaison work and then lists everything he does: he phones an old friend, pretty exhausting this liaison work, hey? The couple also have a baby, I think the baby is called Jennifer butshe is resolutely described as 'it' which builds in a certain distance between the reader and any potential pathos. Next character: the US commander of the submarine, he's called Dwight and is in denial, and says things like 'sure' and mentions 'uncle Sam' regularly so we know he's 100 percent USA. He doesn't have a relationship with Moira, when we first meet her she wears red lipstick, a red blouse, red shoes and some kind of garment covering her lower body which is also red. Aha, says I, I knows about this symbolism lark, avast! This be a Scarlet woman, shiver me timbers! Next time she's dressed all in white (so virginal then), after that in Khaki (camouflage maybe), I don't know, these modern writers, always trying to confound and confuse the reader, it's enough to give you a headache. At first she boozes, then she becomes a good girl and attends secretarial school, God knows why, then she hits the brandy again - curious actually that the country doesn't run out of brandy, she won't sleep over because what would her parents say? As a reader you think that given a certain thing will happen why would anyone care - ok some of you point out there's a certain thing called religion, but then the author flags up that the government have made preparations so that everybody can participate and smooth out the potentially irregular process of the certain event by swallowing a certain pill and as far as I recall religious thought is generally not keen on people taking such an action even in the face of the inevitable and inescapable. Finally there's a boffin, Moira knows him, maybe he's called John, maybe he's a kind of cousin of her's, he is seconded to the submarine as scientific attach茅, Moira warns against this, darkly suggesting that he is unsuitable. At this the reader's heart leaps, maybe he is homosexual, or maybe he likes to stitch together body parts and reanimate them with electricity, in the end it turns out that he definitely owns a race car and likes to drive it very fast, which I had assumed was the point, but you know - women ay?
So we've got a process, some characters and an atomic submarine so naturally we've got to have a refit, or two, because that's the kind of novel this is, actually that is Shute's comfort zone, there's a nice scene when the boffin fiddles about with his car or plans to cannibalise some parts to repair it, essentially this is were Shute is good and when his characters are at ease , but once we've had a refit, and a sea trial, then we get to have a quest because of a mcguffin reason.
Some other things happen, there's a grand prix with car crashes and burst tires, which might be kind of exciting but for the fact that a certain thing is going to happen so it doesn't much matter if you crash and burn or not in a larger perspective. There's a concerted effort to drink all the Port. And there's a visit to an Art gallery and a discussion about Art - I like that kind of thing in a book as in my way I assume the author is not so subtly conveying their aesthetic to the reader. In this case we are told that the 'phoney' is bad, where phoney is understood to mean too dramatic or unrealistic, realism is the desired effect and a certain subtly - for which I'd give the book a B plus, or possibly a C minus as I think they have too much electricity, and too much food, and I'm a bit bothered that so many people keep on working and don't attempt to go to certain places . Anyway the kind of Art that is good we are told, is Renoir, apparently there is sufficient Renoir in Melbourne (p.147). Good art then should be "very French and very colourful" (p.147), well that Moira character wears red and white and Khaki - there's our colour, as for French, well there are some bottles of Bourdeux, so we have a book that is French and colourful and therefore like Renoir and thus counts as good Art. Now we are know were we stand. And if I'm underwhelmed it is because I'm callous and incapable of appreciating Art with a capital a.
Interested that smoking is allowed onboard the submarine, I suppose it is a bit late to worry in the context of the story, but struck me as curious.
An alternative review would simply be but that has too many spoilers really and I couldn't do that to you.
I think this kind of non-story is really difficult though to accomplish, but this time the cover is more exciting than the contents, I mean there's a man and a woman and a submarine surfacing - I note some other covers are less exciting, some even have the only spoiler illustrated which seems a trifle unfair. It reads like the novelisation of a not great film, one can imagine with very good actors if they really tried that it might work if you were really in the mood. However this is undoubtedly a must read if you love novels set in Australia that mention trams and have a tram driver saying something, otherwise...
March 7, 2016
This is a stirring, eerily believable short work by Nevil Shute. It is post WWIII and everyone in the world is dead except those who are in Australia and New Zealand. But, they are not safe, they are just waiting for the radiation to reach them. There is an ample mix of denial and acceptance in each of the characters, some of whom prepare for next year's garden even though they have been told the end is expected in a matter of months.
The main characters are a US submarine commander, Dwight Towers, and his counterpart, lt. commander Peter Holmes, an Australian. Towers has survived by virtue of being out to sea at the time of the war, Holmes is a married man with a wife and daughter. These men maintain their military personae to the end and are engaged in measuring radiation levels and other useless research, which they recognize as useless even as they carry their orders out. They seem to need the illusion that there is still purpose and work to be done. It is almost frightening to think that anyone would prefer to continue their work in the face of such catastrophe, but it might beat the alternative of just waiting for life to be finally snuffed out completely.
What caused this annihilation?
"The bombs were too cheap," said the scientist. "They only cost about fifty thousand pounds near the end. Every little country could have some. And every little country that had some money stated to drop bombs. It thought it could beat anyone else. It could drop the bombs in a surprise attack before the other country was ready. That was the real trouble."
Seems all too real and accurate for my tastes. Makes you hope Mr. Shute was not clairvoyant. It is not the big countries that start the war, it is the small ones, but the big ones are dragged into it and the result is devastation for all. As indeed, any nuclear war could only be.
The main characters are a US submarine commander, Dwight Towers, and his counterpart, lt. commander Peter Holmes, an Australian. Towers has survived by virtue of being out to sea at the time of the war, Holmes is a married man with a wife and daughter. These men maintain their military personae to the end and are engaged in measuring radiation levels and other useless research, which they recognize as useless even as they carry their orders out. They seem to need the illusion that there is still purpose and work to be done. It is almost frightening to think that anyone would prefer to continue their work in the face of such catastrophe, but it might beat the alternative of just waiting for life to be finally snuffed out completely.
What caused this annihilation?
"The bombs were too cheap," said the scientist. "They only cost about fifty thousand pounds near the end. Every little country could have some. And every little country that had some money stated to drop bombs. It thought it could beat anyone else. It could drop the bombs in a surprise attack before the other country was ready. That was the real trouble."
Seems all too real and accurate for my tastes. Makes you hope Mr. Shute was not clairvoyant. It is not the big countries that start the war, it is the small ones, but the big ones are dragged into it and the result is devastation for all. As indeed, any nuclear war could only be.
March 6, 2024
It's a masterpiece. As it is of all time it's also very disturbing...
March 28, 2020
"It's The End of the World and I Feel Fine"
The one scene that always sticks with me from the movie Titanic is the band on the platform playing on as the ship goes under. They continued on, doing what they knew how to do, without panic, without losing their cool. Nevis Shute's On the Beach plays out that same idea. It's a story, first published at the height of the Cold War with everyone in fear of utter nuclear annihilation. However, it's not a science fiction end of the world story. There are no zombies, no Mad Max raging through the wasteland, no secret underground survivor bunkers. It's an alternate history chronicling the end of the world. Nuclear war has taken out much of the northern hemisphere. For the rest, the radioactive cloud is slowly blowing and their time is limited by the month, the week, the day, the hour.
This story takes place outside of Melbourne, Australia, the southernmost city. Life here goes on. The country club still has affairs. The folks get together and have dinners and drinks. They shop for bargains. But, the outside world has disappeared. There's no contact and the remaining submarines travel to find what's left and no life is visible anywhere, though the towns and cities are often still standing.
It's the end of the world and they will still get by. They still get together and walk Main Street. There's little petrol left so cars are pulled by horses and bicycles are an important source of transport. And the few naval officers left still abide by the rules.
It's a different kind of end of the world story. The end us coming and they accept it. They quietly go about their lives and pretend everything's okay.
The one scene that always sticks with me from the movie Titanic is the band on the platform playing on as the ship goes under. They continued on, doing what they knew how to do, without panic, without losing their cool. Nevis Shute's On the Beach plays out that same idea. It's a story, first published at the height of the Cold War with everyone in fear of utter nuclear annihilation. However, it's not a science fiction end of the world story. There are no zombies, no Mad Max raging through the wasteland, no secret underground survivor bunkers. It's an alternate history chronicling the end of the world. Nuclear war has taken out much of the northern hemisphere. For the rest, the radioactive cloud is slowly blowing and their time is limited by the month, the week, the day, the hour.
This story takes place outside of Melbourne, Australia, the southernmost city. Life here goes on. The country club still has affairs. The folks get together and have dinners and drinks. They shop for bargains. But, the outside world has disappeared. There's no contact and the remaining submarines travel to find what's left and no life is visible anywhere, though the towns and cities are often still standing.
It's the end of the world and they will still get by. They still get together and walk Main Street. There's little petrol left so cars are pulled by horses and bicycles are an important source of transport. And the few naval officers left still abide by the rules.
It's a different kind of end of the world story. The end us coming and they accept it. They quietly go about their lives and pretend everything's okay.
July 25, 2023
One of the most depressing books I have ever read. Well-written, good characters, a little suspense. Just incredibly, ineluctably horrifying as any book about mankind鈥檚 self-destruction and extinction should be. Just, wow.
I liked the characters here and their varied reaction to impending doom. There was a certain poetry to how Shute dances the characters around the central action and how news trickles in from everywhere of the finality of the nuclear conflict. It was as I said very depressing, what truly great writing and definitely worth an afternoon (and a fifth of whiskey).
I liked the characters here and their varied reaction to impending doom. There was a certain poetry to how Shute dances the characters around the central action and how news trickles in from everywhere of the finality of the nuclear conflict. It was as I said very depressing, what truly great writing and definitely worth an afternoon (and a fifth of whiskey).
December 24, 2008
This book was recommended after my disappointment with Cormac McCarthy's "The Road." I cannot say it was an improvement.
The characters in the novel are largely one-dimension with little contrast and their interactions are superficial and or stereotypical. John is the lifelong geek who finally gets a thrill. Moira falls for Dwight based on a few half-drunk interactions; this kind of quick connection is the kind of poorly-earned romance typically found in bad movies. Mary is the stereotypical housewife of the 50's whose denial of the reality of what faces her borders on stupidity (count how many times she asks if it's really going to happen to them). In fact, as a more enlightened 21st century reader, there's a lot of subtle sexism and chauvinism in the book that I found rather unpalatable. The men are pretty much all stoics and the women are the only ones showing much emotion. Dwight's by-the-book mentality, even right at the end, is a bit difficult to stomach. I also found his method of coping with grief to be a bit too much to buy -- maybe I would have if everyone else didn't have some measure of it as well.
On the whole, I found most of the book difficult to accept as genuine. The author wanted denial to be an evocative and reoccurring theme of the book, but I never feel he earned it with what he wrote. Plus, he never really goes into any deeper issues of what coping with the end of humanity would be like. It's mostly kept on a mundane level. Plus, where's the diversity of reaction? Are we really to believe everyone reacts in mostly the same way? The book was emotionally empty.
There was little of interest in the plot. I don't need action to keep me interested, but much of the plot seems extraneous in that it didn't really advance the story. A lot of the narration could have been excised without really losing anything.
The author's writing was very unimaginative and rote. He overuses words far too much (count how many times you see the word "presently" and then count how many times it was unnecessary (hint: the numbers will match)). The characters often talk in very formal, stilted language. There was one bit of dialogue, no more than a page's width, that had the word "ought" three times. Most all of the descriptions are very plain and to the point and never access anything higher. He often introduces knowledge he wants the reader to know (such as why the war started, why there's still electricity, etc) in a forced and obvious way via dialogue through his characters.
I definitely would not recommend it.
The characters in the novel are largely one-dimension with little contrast and their interactions are superficial and or stereotypical. John is the lifelong geek who finally gets a thrill. Moira falls for Dwight based on a few half-drunk interactions; this kind of quick connection is the kind of poorly-earned romance typically found in bad movies. Mary is the stereotypical housewife of the 50's whose denial of the reality of what faces her borders on stupidity (count how many times she asks if it's really going to happen to them). In fact, as a more enlightened 21st century reader, there's a lot of subtle sexism and chauvinism in the book that I found rather unpalatable. The men are pretty much all stoics and the women are the only ones showing much emotion. Dwight's by-the-book mentality, even right at the end, is a bit difficult to stomach. I also found his method of coping with grief to be a bit too much to buy -- maybe I would have if everyone else didn't have some measure of it as well.
On the whole, I found most of the book difficult to accept as genuine. The author wanted denial to be an evocative and reoccurring theme of the book, but I never feel he earned it with what he wrote. Plus, he never really goes into any deeper issues of what coping with the end of humanity would be like. It's mostly kept on a mundane level. Plus, where's the diversity of reaction? Are we really to believe everyone reacts in mostly the same way? The book was emotionally empty.
There was little of interest in the plot. I don't need action to keep me interested, but much of the plot seems extraneous in that it didn't really advance the story. A lot of the narration could have been excised without really losing anything.
The author's writing was very unimaginative and rote. He overuses words far too much (count how many times you see the word "presently" and then count how many times it was unnecessary (hint: the numbers will match)). The characters often talk in very formal, stilted language. There was one bit of dialogue, no more than a page's width, that had the word "ought" three times. Most all of the descriptions are very plain and to the point and never access anything higher. He often introduces knowledge he wants the reader to know (such as why the war started, why there's still electricity, etc) in a forced and obvious way via dialogue through his characters.
I definitely would not recommend it.
February 27, 2017
This is an old, absolute classic, of science fiction from the days before sci-fi and fiction had separate shelves in the bookstores, it is almost the prototype of dystopian fiction. Re-reading it after many years I wonder if it was one of the books that helped fix in the public's mind the notion of 'mutually assured destruction' and of just how costly to the planet nuclear war must be.
Despite the finality of the end, it is surprisingly not depressing, rather I found it a cleansing sort of ending and put it down with a sort of serious yet sad satisfaction.
On the beach was published in 1957 and is set in the 'future' of the early 1960's just after a short and terminal war during which nuclear weapons were deployed extensively in the northern hemisphere. Now, our main characters in Australia wait fatalistically for the radioactive cloud to envelope Melbourne each dealing with the situation stoically but surprisingly consistently. The USA submarine captain, with no USA left alive to go to, the officer of the Australian navy who becomes his liaison and whose home is just a short train ride outside Melbourne has a wife and young baby. The CSIRO scientist who joins them for a couple of trips to determine the extent of the radioactivity and a young woman who's first coping method for the emergency is brandy. It is fascinating, well written and consistently eerie in a understated way.
It is a constant surprise to me how extremely dated things written in the 50's are today, this novel is no exception. While the author lived in Australia and the novel is primarily set in Victoria it's 'feel' is firmly English,British commonwealth to the max in all things. The way people speak, dress and behave the fact that everyone smokes without question, the gendered social mores. Of course, in 1950's Australia was still very British, one forgets how much so and how recently.
Many small things give the era away and there is a gripping fascination to realise that the end of the human race that is so unrelentingly unfolding never happened and that we went on. It is chilling to realise how easily, even then, we might not have had any future. Also, I found myself thinking of the chart showing how many nuclear explosions have been detonated on the world since the 1950's, and that was plain scary because there have probably been many more detonated since then, than the entirety of the bombs that existed in 1957. How is the planet doing, I kept wondering.
As a modern reader I am accustomed to stories in which the hero always saves the day, surviving unsurvivable odds ect ect... Despite knowing that there is no survival in this one I found myself still half expecting that humanity will find an 'answer'. They do not, that is the whole point. So do not wait for our heroes to find a cure, this is a gripping, sad book about the end of hubris and these endings are graceful, brave, cautionary, they are many things but ultimately they are relentlessly final.
Despite the finality of the end, it is surprisingly not depressing, rather I found it a cleansing sort of ending and put it down with a sort of serious yet sad satisfaction.
On the beach was published in 1957 and is set in the 'future' of the early 1960's just after a short and terminal war during which nuclear weapons were deployed extensively in the northern hemisphere. Now, our main characters in Australia wait fatalistically for the radioactive cloud to envelope Melbourne each dealing with the situation stoically but surprisingly consistently. The USA submarine captain, with no USA left alive to go to, the officer of the Australian navy who becomes his liaison and whose home is just a short train ride outside Melbourne has a wife and young baby. The CSIRO scientist who joins them for a couple of trips to determine the extent of the radioactivity and a young woman who's first coping method for the emergency is brandy. It is fascinating, well written and consistently eerie in a understated way.
It is a constant surprise to me how extremely dated things written in the 50's are today, this novel is no exception. While the author lived in Australia and the novel is primarily set in Victoria it's 'feel' is firmly English,British commonwealth to the max in all things. The way people speak, dress and behave the fact that everyone smokes without question, the gendered social mores. Of course, in 1950's Australia was still very British, one forgets how much so and how recently.
Many small things give the era away and there is a gripping fascination to realise that the end of the human race that is so unrelentingly unfolding never happened and that we went on. It is chilling to realise how easily, even then, we might not have had any future. Also, I found myself thinking of the chart showing how many nuclear explosions have been detonated on the world since the 1950's, and that was plain scary because there have probably been many more detonated since then, than the entirety of the bombs that existed in 1957. How is the planet doing, I kept wondering.
As a modern reader I am accustomed to stories in which the hero always saves the day, surviving unsurvivable odds ect ect... Despite knowing that there is no survival in this one I found myself still half expecting that humanity will find an 'answer'. They do not, that is the whole point. So do not wait for our heroes to find a cure, this is a gripping, sad book about the end of hubris and these endings are graceful, brave, cautionary, they are many things but ultimately they are relentlessly final.
March 22, 2024
The main characters are really personable and likeable in a tantalizingly hopeless way. Everyone is basically doomed.
Set in Australia in the aftermath of World War II, although dialogue is rather formal in places it's the best part of the book. People are alive and vivid, and conversations, especially between Dwight and Moira are often electric, but also strangely sexless.
Unfortunately, the scientific chapters are rather agricultural and there's not much fast-paced action either. Imagine smoking a cigarette dressed in a hazmat suit inside a submerged military submarine - preposterous by today's standards.
Food for thought
This book made me realise how ignorant I am about southern hemisphere geography. Imagine a map of Australia and a wave of radiation coming from the northern hemisphere down. It hits Darwin first and then works its way south across the country to Melbourne last of all, then onto Tasmania and New Zealand. I always thought southern cities such as Sydney and Canberra were facing the north? It's all twisted around in my head. It's colder and rainier in the south too because of closer proximity to Antarctica, with Australians traveling sideways across the Pacific ocean to get anywhere by ship. It's all reversed and back-to-front and bafflingly upside down.
I also learned what a cobalt bomb is! After dropping a nuclear missile, the radioactive fallout remains in the atmosphere for decades. Cobalt bombs have never been manufactured, thankfully, probably because of their horrendous half life of five years!
It also makes you think. If Russia attacked China and vice-versa, what major powers would come to their aid? The USA? Europe? NATO? Australia? I don't think so. India, maybe?
For all its likeability, On The Beach is too unemotional and predictable in the final quarter to deserve a great rating, plus there's an overly long section about motor racing that's just silly.
Maybe I'll revise my opinion later on and give this four stars because of how refreshing and charming it is.
Set in Australia in the aftermath of World War II, although dialogue is rather formal in places it's the best part of the book. People are alive and vivid, and conversations, especially between Dwight and Moira are often electric, but also strangely sexless.
Unfortunately, the scientific chapters are rather agricultural and there's not much fast-paced action either. Imagine smoking a cigarette dressed in a hazmat suit inside a submerged military submarine - preposterous by today's standards.
Food for thought
This book made me realise how ignorant I am about southern hemisphere geography. Imagine a map of Australia and a wave of radiation coming from the northern hemisphere down. It hits Darwin first and then works its way south across the country to Melbourne last of all, then onto Tasmania and New Zealand. I always thought southern cities such as Sydney and Canberra were facing the north? It's all twisted around in my head. It's colder and rainier in the south too because of closer proximity to Antarctica, with Australians traveling sideways across the Pacific ocean to get anywhere by ship. It's all reversed and back-to-front and bafflingly upside down.
I also learned what a cobalt bomb is! After dropping a nuclear missile, the radioactive fallout remains in the atmosphere for decades. Cobalt bombs have never been manufactured, thankfully, probably because of their horrendous half life of five years!
It also makes you think. If Russia attacked China and vice-versa, what major powers would come to their aid? The USA? Europe? NATO? Australia? I don't think so. India, maybe?
For all its likeability, On The Beach is too unemotional and predictable in the final quarter to deserve a great rating, plus there's an overly long section about motor racing that's just silly.
Maybe I'll revise my opinion later on and give this four stars because of how refreshing and charming it is.
February 13, 2021
"It's not the end of the world at all," he said. "It's only the end for us. The world will go on just the same, only we shan't be in it. I dare say it will get along all right without us."
On the Beach details the experiences of a mixed group of people in Melbourne, Australia as they await the arrival of deadly radiation spreading towards them from the Northern Hemisphere, following a nuclear war a year previously. As the radiation approaches, each person deals with their impending death differently.
Okay, this was rather dated but the story of course is still very relevant in today's world.
But the way it's dealt with here is similar to other Cold War era novels of similar subjects.
This particular book was playing on the fear of nuclear war and how terrible radiation fallout/sickness is.
I guess I went into this with my expectations too high, I think Nevil Shute is a great writer but this one wasn't as great as I thought it would be but still gets three stars.
I didn't like the ending and the hopelessness of it.
On the Beach details the experiences of a mixed group of people in Melbourne, Australia as they await the arrival of deadly radiation spreading towards them from the Northern Hemisphere, following a nuclear war a year previously. As the radiation approaches, each person deals with their impending death differently.
Okay, this was rather dated but the story of course is still very relevant in today's world.
But the way it's dealt with here is similar to other Cold War era novels of similar subjects.
This particular book was playing on the fear of nuclear war and how terrible radiation fallout/sickness is.
I guess I went into this with my expectations too high, I think Nevil Shute is a great writer but this one wasn't as great as I thought it would be but still gets three stars.
I didn't like the ending and the hopelessness of it.
July 19, 2021
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Kitap genel anlamda yo臒un bilimkurgu 枚臒eleri i莽ermiyor hatta kitaptaki tek bilimkurgu 枚臒esi n眉kleer sava艧 sonras谋n谋 anlatmas谋 ancak kitapta 枚n planda olan tema bilimkurgu de臒il bizzat insan谋n kendisi. 脟aresizlik olduk莽a ba艧ar谋l谋 bir 艧ekilde i艧lenmi艧. 陌nsan谋n son ana kadar 枚l眉m眉 kabullenmek istemeyi艧ini 莽arp谋c谋 bir 艧ekilde anlat谋yor. T眉m insanl谋臒谋n bir-iki kendini bilmez devlet ba艧kan谋n谋n aptalca karar谋yla yok olabilece臒ini tokat gibi insan谋n y眉z眉ne 莽arp谋yor.
Bu kitapta anlat谋lanlar谋n ger莽ekle艧me ihtimali o kadar y眉ksek ki, bence bu kitap m眉kemmel bir sava艧 kar艧谋t谋 propaganda g枚revi g枚r眉yor.
Sava艧谋n ne kadar korkun莽 bir 艧ey oldu臒unu, sava艧谋n onun bir par莽as谋 olmayan insanlar 眉zerindeki etkisiyle g枚stermek gibi bir ba艧ar谋s谋 da var. Son derece be臒endim ve herkese tavsiye ederim.
Kitap genel anlamda yo臒un bilimkurgu 枚臒eleri i莽ermiyor hatta kitaptaki tek bilimkurgu 枚臒esi n眉kleer sava艧 sonras谋n谋 anlatmas谋 ancak kitapta 枚n planda olan tema bilimkurgu de臒il bizzat insan谋n kendisi. 脟aresizlik olduk莽a ba艧ar谋l谋 bir 艧ekilde i艧lenmi艧. 陌nsan谋n son ana kadar 枚l眉m眉 kabullenmek istemeyi艧ini 莽arp谋c谋 bir 艧ekilde anlat谋yor. T眉m insanl谋臒谋n bir-iki kendini bilmez devlet ba艧kan谋n谋n aptalca karar谋yla yok olabilece臒ini tokat gibi insan谋n y眉z眉ne 莽arp谋yor.
Bu kitapta anlat谋lanlar谋n ger莽ekle艧me ihtimali o kadar y眉ksek ki, bence bu kitap m眉kemmel bir sava艧 kar艧谋t谋 propaganda g枚revi g枚r眉yor.
Sava艧谋n ne kadar korkun莽 bir 艧ey oldu臒unu, sava艧谋n onun bir par莽as谋 olmayan insanlar 眉zerindeki etkisiyle g枚stermek gibi bir ba艧ar谋s谋 da var. Son derece be臒endim ve herkese tavsiye ederim.
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