I’ve never heard of an anime pilgrimage before, but I’m not going to dismiss the notion out of hand. I have heard of people following their favorite bands across a country or a continent (especially the Grateful Dead and Iron Maiden).
When my wife and I went to Paris in 2017 we made a point of visiting the Chateau Monte Cristo, the house Alexandre Dumas built after he made it big, because The Count of Monte Cristo is one of the books we shared as part of our courtship. Then again, since Studio Gonzo adapted the novel as Gankutsuou: The Count of Monte Cristo, perhaps we went on an anime pilgrimage after all?
I finished reading Audrey Schulman’s Theory of Bastards last night. It didn’t end the way I hoped it would.
I borrowed Audrey Schulman’s 2018 literary sf novel Theory of Bastards from the public library last week and finished it last night.
I had been intrigued by the premise: a novel about a woman recovering from endometriosis and researching sexual behavior in bonobo apes in a high-tech near future, but about two thirds of the way in the story went post-apocalyptic.
Not that I mind post-apocalyptic sf—I write it myself—but this is how Theory of Bastards ends. Frankie doesn’t get to test her titular hypothesis, let alone write a paper and present it. She’s just wandering across North America and is apparently the new matriarch of the troop of bonobo apes she had been researching.
I was a little disappointed, to be honest. It wasn’t what I expected, and it didn’t end the way I had hoped. Because even in the future nothing works, and mere survival is supposed to be enough.
I might have been more receptive to a “survival is enough” narrative before COVID-19 of course. It’s not Ms. Schulman’s fault I found this novel in the middle of a plague.