A young woman, damaged and sickened by our society, meets like-minded individuals and they develop a plan. Over the years, the plan grows, like links in a chain, the narrator tells us. She meets someone, falls in love and has a child. This novel takes place during the child's second year.
The novel is framed by alternating letters to her husband and passages describing everyday life with her daughter, interspersed with memories and details about the evils of civilization and the plan. Having never thought she'd find love, the narrator feels grateful for the love of partner and daughter--it is for this love she must continue on with the plan to take down civilization.
The poetic nature of the straightforward narrative, along with the photos throughout, help reveal the loving relationships between the narrator and her family and nature, as well as her wishes for a better world. The novel fails, however, to show us why her drastic actions are necessary, why civilization is destructive enough that it must be brought down. So, if one is already anti-civ, as they say, you'll probably like it. Those unaware of the critique will be bewildered by the ending.
I'm always supportive of fiction from anarchist points of view and I think this is worth reading.
I'm skeptical about the supposed bond between mother and child, the sanctified stereotype that this novel exploits. If the love of a mother is so extra-ordinary, then no mother could ever abuse or neglect their child, we know this is not true. This goes for fathers as well.
While I think the anti-civ critique has many valid ideas and insights, I could never agree with demolishing civilization in a catastrophic manner. That way lies genocide, plain and simple. It is a fantasy. If it ever did happen, we'd all die from nuclear explosions and radiation poisoning anyway as the nuclear power plants all go Fukishima and the missiles launch or leak.