This morning I listened to an interview with a Greek MP who made the point that some of the countries, like his own, Italy and Spain, that have very limited opportunities for legal routes for migrants, are the ones most in need of those populations. Its something I came across when in northwest Spain myself recently. Unfortunately he is pretty much a lone voice in his own parliament.
Just after the interview, and purely coincidentally, I read this novella, which is about climate migration, something that lies in the not too distant future for us all.
Laverne, who narrates, lives, or rather survives, in Aloisville, where the rain never stops. It’s a dystopian setting, but not such a far-fetched one. The temptation to leave is a strong one, but soldiers are at the roads out preventing anyone from doing so. Most of the town's residents are dead, from floods, various water-born viruses, or shot trying to leave.
Salman prose is meticulous and cold, Laverne tells the story day by day, as any future beyond the next few hours is inconceivable. Any detail of the past is irrelevant, and so the format suits novella length perfectly.
The very reading of the book is a harrowing experience; the horror genre suits climate fiction so well when it’s done like this.
The only issue I have is that it could have been more subtle. I have intentionally missed something out of my brief summary, when the Alosiville rain makes contact with people it makes them forget. This was unnecessary as far as I was concerned, or at least it could have been played down.
There's a lot of horror novellas around, but with careful sifting, its possible to come up with the occasional gem.