This is another of my father's old science fiction books, and it's a hard book to rate. Published in 1954, it's a tale of nuclear war with a twist. Most of the novel is in fact about the lives of various people in and around a pair of fictional cities, one of which has an active civil defense program and the other which does not. It's about people--their hopes and dreams, their politics, their unsavory secrets. Aside from the civil defense activities playing out against the backdrop of a society that doesn't much believe it's in any danger, one wouldn't think it science fiction at all.
Halfway through the novel, international affairs take a turn for the worse. The Soviets, it seems, are scouting the United States from high altitude. Is it a prelude to war? Maybe, maybe not. But only at about the two-thirds point in the book do the bombs start to fall. There follows some disturbingly graphic accounts of the carnage and other effects of the attack as we discover what's become of the various characters we've been following. Finally, in the manner of many apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic novels, time speeds up, allowing us to see how people are coping and recovering after the passage of a little time.
It's not a bad tale. It's well-written and interesting, but the buildup takes so long that the atomic destruction seems almost--if you can believe it--anticlimactic. We knew it was coming. The cover blurb proclaims it, and the cover image broadcasts it--at least so does the cover on my copy, the 1956 Popular Library edition, depicting a woman trying to keep herself covered with her shredded dress as a city burns behind her. And since we knew it was coming, it's almost a relief when we get to that point. And after? Aside from the graphic depictions of carnage, there isn't much here that we don't expect. At least those of us of a certain age haven't merely heard about Hiroshima and Nagasaki. We lived through the global game of chicken played by the U.S. and the Soviet Union, read about and watched programing on the possibility of "nuclear winter," watched the horrors of Chernobyl play out in real life.
In a way, it's almost a shame the bombs fell in this novel. It might have been more interesting to see what became of the characters in the course of their normal lives. But I say that from the perspective of six decades later. I rather wonder what my father made of it. As I've mentioned before, he was in the habit of writing the date of acquisition in the front of his books and a date for each time he finished in the back. This one is dated 3-7-57 in the front. But curiously, the only "read" dates he recorded were 6-2-06 and 11-25-13. Did he forget to note the date he first read it, or did he actually wait 49 years to read it for the first time? Odd.