On the Beach

by Nevil Shute

"The most shocking fiction I have read in years. What is shocking about it is both the idea and the sheer imaginative brilliance with which Mr. Shute brings it off."
THE SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE
They are the last generation, the innocent victims of an accidental war, living out their last days, making do with what they have, hoping for a miracle. As the deadly rain moves ever closer, the world as we know it winds toward an inevitable end....

Genres: Fiction, Science Fiction, Classics, Post Apocalyptic, Dystopia, Australia, Apocalyptic

288 pages, Library Binding

First published July 1, 1957

About the author

Nevil 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.

Reviews

[Jeffrey Keeten · Rating 5 out of 5]

“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.”


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’t quite peg her age. I could dig around a bit and probably discover her birth date, but then that wouldn’t be very sporting of me now would it?

So it is the end of the world.


John Riordan comic strip.

”In the last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river…

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’t 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’t that kind of book. I’m 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’t 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.

“Someone’s crazy,” she said quietly. “Is it me or them?”
“Why do you say that?”
“They won’t be here in six months’ time. I won’t be here. You won’t be here. They wont’ want any vegetables next year.”



There are old men at the Gentlemen’s 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. ”Typically 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’t know, going hungry more than likely; and yet, as doomed as if you’d 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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[Rowan MacDonald · Rating 4 out of 5]

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.

“The human race was to be wiped out and the world made clean again for wiser occupants without undue delay.”

This is my first Nevil Shute read. It’s also the first time I’ve delved into this genre. I was captivated from the start - despite the long chapters. I’ve 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’s the kind of story that impacts your dreams.

“That’s the way it is. We’ve just got to take it as it comes. After all, it’s what we’ve always had to face, only we’ve never faced it, because we’re young.”

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’s 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 ‘denial’ to the next level.

“They went on happily planning their garden for the next ten years, and the morning passed very quickly.”

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 cliché. 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 – his Grand Prix an unexpected tangent, highlighting the importance of following one’s dreams before it’s too late.

On the Beach is a timely read about accepting defeat with grace and confronting your own mortality. But it’s about much more than that. In future, whenever conflicts escalate, I will think of this book. It’s the kind of novel you’ll still remember years later, with scenes etched forever in your mind. I’m looking forward to watching the film adaptations.

“This was the end of it, the very, very end.”

[karen · Rating 3 out of 5]

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!

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[Matt · Rating 5 out of 5]

“It seemed to [Commander Dwight Towers] that the best thing he could do would be to go south. He went back round the north of Luzon and set course for Yap Island, a cable station under the control of the United States. He got there three days later. Here the radioactive level was so low as to be practically normal; he surfaced in a moderate sea, blew out the ship with clean air, charged his tanks, and let the crew up on the bridge in batches. On entering the roads he was relieved to find an American cruiser there…Here he learned for the first time of the Russo-Chinese war that had flared up out of the Russo-N.A.T.O. war, that had in turn been born of the Israeli-Arab war…He learned of the use of cobalt bombs…”
- Nevil Shute, On the Beach

Nevil Shute’s On the Beach must rank among the most depressing novels ever written. Even for post-apocalyptic fiction, it is grim. Most end-of-the-world books, no matter how dark, allow at least a sliver of hope to shine through, as the characters attempt to survive on a planet that has drastically changed.

There is no such sliver in On the Beach. When the book opens, a widescale nuclear war has taken place, irradiating the globe. Only Australia remains, though its time is very short. The poisonous cloud is already on the way, meaning death to all. There is nothing to be done to stop it. There is no reason to attempt to rebuild society. “It’s not the end of the world at all,” a character famously says. “It’s only the end for us. The world will go on just the same, only we shan’t be in it.”

In the years since its 1957 publication, On the Beach has become a classic of the genre. Its lethal high-concept hook is what gets your attention. But it is the ruthlessly unsentimental execution of its conceit that lingers long after the last page has been read.

***

When the curtain rises, we are in Melbourne, Australia, with roughly six months to go before humanity’s final bow. Shute quickly introduces us to a handful of characters, and through their quotidian day-to-day, we gradually learn about what has happened, and the way that individuals react differently to the inevitable.

We meet, for instance, Peter Holmes, a young Australian naval officer with a wife and baby at home. He has accepted what is going to happen, while his wife Mary is in utter denial, planting flowers she will never live to see bloom. There is also scientist John Osborne, who treats his doom as a license to indulge a passion for race car driving.

At the center of the tale is Dwight Towers, the commander of the American nuclear submarine U.S.S. Scorpion. He knows full well what has happened to his hometown, yet he also carries on as though his wife and children in Connecticut are alive and waiting for him. During a visit with the Holmes family, he meets Moira Davidson, a party girl who regrets that she must die before having experienced very much of life. Their chaste love affair forms On the Beach’s surprisingly effective emotional core.

***

Beginning well after World War III has concluded, all the big action in On the Beach has already happened by the first lines. In other words, there is no combat. Instead, we are given small-scale moments: dinner parties; drinks at a club; a day sailing in the ocean; and the most mournful fishing trip conceivable. Shute manages to convey a lot with simple scenes. Much of On the Beach is just two or three people talking to each other.

With that said, there is some movement in this slim volume. In particular, there is an extended set piece in which Towers’s sub makes a foray to the United States in search of a mysterious wireless signal. Shute handles this really well, with his restrained prose conjuring haunting images of depopulated cities.

***

On the Beach arrived in the midst of the Cold War nuclear arms race, with both the United States and the Soviet Union developing ever-growing arsenals of ever-more powerful weapons. Almost at once it engendered quite a bit of controversy. Indeed, professional physicist and amateur psychopath Herman Kahn went so far as to write On Thermonuclear War as a riposte. Kahn’s position – and that of other atom-smashing gunslingers – was that one could fight, win, and survive a full-scale nuclear exchange.

Two points are worth making in response.

First, Kahn is absolutely correct that Shute’s scenario is scientifically implausible. Given the still-early state of research, this is not wholly astonishing. In some ways, Shute is actually too cheerful, with the prospect of nuclear winter not yet understood. Nevertheless, he goes beyond the realm of possibility in his contention that every single human would fall victim.

Second, the first point does not matter at all. The problem with men like Herman Kahn and Edward Teller is that they deeply believed that nukes should be integrated into a standard military planning. Their whole purpose was to make Armageddon palatable, as though this represented a rational response to one’s dislike of another nation’s political-economic system. This is a proposition that borders on a mental illness. Wars are seldom fought for good reasons, and it is hard to come up with a justification for unleashing the cancerous hell of fission weapons upon hundreds of millions of innocent men, women, and children.

If you really, really have an itch to press the button, books like On the Beach are incredibly dangerous. Fortunately, despite its lack of scientific rigor, Shute’s moral position has prevailed, and the nuclear taboo has – despite some very close calls – been maintained.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that being terrified by nuclear weapons is an appropriate response. Trying to normalize them is mindbogglingly dangerous and more than a little sick. Of course, instead of sending Kahn and Teller to psychotherapy, they were given top-secret clearances and prime seats at the policymaking table. But I digress.

***

Perhaps a more trenchant criticism of On the Beach is that its portrayal of the societal response to a calamity of truly biblical proportion is unrealistic. In Shute’s hands, the good folk of Melbourne have fully imbibed the stiff-upper-lip stoicism of their English forebears. To be sure, there is some indication of minor breakdowns – an uptick in drunkenness for one – but nothing like a wholesale communal collapse. There are shortages, but not of basic necessities. There are no refugee crises. People still go to their jobs and exchange goods and services for money. The electricity and phones still work. Most are resigned to their fate. The government functions up to the last, handing out L-pills to a quiescent citizenry.

Extrapolating from what we have seen of real-life catastrophes, this is delusionally optimistic. If a disaster like this took place, there would be mass looting, rampant hoarding, and a thriving black market. Violence would replace law and order. Critical services would fail as employees stopped reporting for duty. Viral conspiracies would lay false blame and promise false salvation. Everyone able would be running, willing to do anything for an extra day. Meanwhile, our tech overlords would be blasting themselves into space on private rockets, leaving the rest of us to wonder why we thought they were our friends.

This critique is fair. It also does not matter. Shute’s point is not to deconstruct the frail bonds of community. If you want that, Pat Frank’s underappreciated Alas, Babylon still slaps.

Rather, Shute is working on a more intimate scale.

***

For good reason, On the Beach has long been hailed as a warning. It is an undiluted imploration for sanity in international affairs. In this way, Shute’s work is of a certain time and place, when such a cry was badly needed to drown out those clamoring to make atomic arms a conventional response. But On the Beach is also a sharp exploration of humans facing the inescapable fact of death. In this way, Shute’s work is universal, and belongs to every time and every place.

It is this aspect that struck me most powerfully. Due to Shute’s skillful evocations, the atmosphere is often one of oppressive sadness. This is a rare book that legitimately affected my mood. At the same time, there are glimmers of grace and beauty throughout: in Osborne shuffling off his petty workaday anxieties to do what he loves; in Moira learning a skill she will never use; in Dwight’s belief that things will go on, only differently than before.

We are all infinitesimally tiny motes on an unimaginably short voyage through eternity. Oftentimes the daily drudgery makes us forget that we are always in transition. It sometimes requires the prospect of imminent death to remind us to make good use of what time we have.

[Metodi Markov · Rating 5 out of 5]

Някакви уроди са се захванали масово да докладват ревютата ми тук, а нещастниците-цензори в тоя сайт ги трият без възможност дори да ги попиташ защо!

А това е книга, която повече хора трябва да прочетат и да се замислят!

Минорна, мрачна и безнадеждна - но напълно реална като сценарий!

[Duane Parker · Rating 4 out of 5]

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.

[Hanneke · Rating 2 out of 5]

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.

[Cecily · Rating 5 out of 5]

“This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.”
The final lines of TS Eliot’s The Hollow Men are the epigraph for this understated, existential, apocalyptic novel. It’s situational, rather than plot or character-based. The writing is ordinary at the sentence level. Yet this made me feel more deeply than most novels do.

There has been a nuclear war in the northern hemisphere and radioactive fallout is spreading across the globe at a fairly predictable rate, as contact is progressively lost with places in north America, Europe, and Asia.
“The short, bewildering war had followed, the war of which no history had been written or ever would be written now.”

In Melbourne, they know what’s coming. They know roughly when (a few months). They know the symptoms of radiation sickness. They know it’s inevitable - and that suicide pills will be offered when death is imminent.

“It’s like waiting to be hung… Or maybe it’s a period of grace.”
However you would react (denial, recklessness, carrying on as normal, investigating and understanding, recording things for posterity), there’s a character with the same mindset, although they’re plausibly inconsistent.


Image: Dinghy racing and spectators on the beach. It's 1930s England, but I like the mood and image. (Source)

Often, daily life is spectacularly ordinary, idyllic even. People debate whether to open the trout season early, even though it will damage fishing for the following year.
“I couldn’t bear to - to just stop doing things and do nothing. You might as well die now and get it over.”
I thought of photos that have 9/11 in the background, while people in the foreground were still, briefly, happily oblivious.

Men

“I’d like to do things right, up till the end.”
Dwight Towers captains what is almost certainly the last US submarine. He has/had a wife and two young children (he knows they’re long-dead, but often he talks of them in the present and future tenses). He takes some Australian crew to track radiation spread, search for survivors (they know there won't be any), and then to investigate a puzzling but nonsensical Morse message.
“They learned nothing, save for the inference that, when the end had come, the people had died tidily.”

Peter is an officer in the Australian navy, married to Mary (daughter of a naval officer), with a baby.
“She lived in a dream world of unreality, or else she would not admit reality.”

John Osborne is a scientist specialising in nuclear radiation. He wanted to be a racing driver and is lovingly restoring a Ferrari. The final Grand Prix, held earlier than usual, is a bloodbath, but exciting if that’s your thing.

Elderly gents at the Pastoral Club try to drink the cellar dry, while there’s still time.

Moira

Moira is a farmer’s daughter, only 24, and angry that she’ll never get to travel, marry, or have children, and bored because there’s no time to study or pursue a career.

The story seems to be about the men, but for me, Moira was the main character, and the most three-dimensional. The one who evolves the most. The one I wept for. She becomes insightful, selfless, and sensitive. The most mature of all of them.


Image: Moira watching a sub at sea, from the 1959 film

Is it too late?

Before the Cold War, I was taught to be afraid of strangers proffering sweets, getting a chill (as if we were in a Victorian novel), and quicksand (not a major risk of death anywhere). I knew my parents agreed with some UK, EU, and US newspapers and governments more than others. But back then, the assumption was that they all acted in good faith. Shute realised that was not necessarily the case.

“Newspapers… You could have done something with newspapers. We didn’t do it. No nation did, because we were all too silly. We liked our newspapers with pictures of beach girls and headlines about cases of indecent assault.”

Quotes

• “Northern hemisphere people seldom mixed well now with people of the southern hemisphere… The intolerable sympathy made a barrier.”

• “You’ve always known that you were going to die at some time. Well, now you know when.”

• “None of us really believe it’s going to happen - not to us.”

• “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.”

See/know also

There is a pervading sense of calm acceptance that makes this very different from most other apocalyptic fiction I can think of, like Cormac McCarthy’s The Road (which I love and reviewed HERE).


Image: The cover of Raymond Briggs’ 1981 When the Wind Blows, the stuff of my childhood/teen nightmares.

Until a fortnight ago, I'd conflated Shute's novel with Alex Garland's The Beach, which I thought was some sort of soppy romance. However, “Wonderland: Science Fiction in the Atomic Age” on Sky Arts included this, and sent me scurrying to read it, though I confess to watching the 1959 film first. It stars Gregory Peck, Ava Gardner (too old for Moira), Fred Astaire (no dancing), and Anthony Perkins (no shower scene) and is not bad (see imdb), though of course, I preferred the book.

I thought the epigraph very apt, but in 1958, only a year after publication, Shute regretted it, telling Henry Hewes: "One reason is that while the association of the H-bomb is irrelevant to it, it would today come to everyone's mind.” See Wikipedia.

The title doesn’t just refer to pleasant scenes on the beach and in yacht races, which do feature. It’s also naval slang for retirement.

[Brenda · Rating 5 out of 5]

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 – all with only weeks to go until the end… Highly recommended.

“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.”

With thanks to Text Publishing for my hardcover copy which is a reprinting of the 1957 original release.

[She's So Novel! ꧁꧂ · Rating 5 out of 5]

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.

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[Jill H. · Rating 4 out of 5]

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.

[Richard Alex Jenkins · Rating 3.5 out of 5]

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 charmingly morose it is.

[Michael · Rating 2 out of 5]

"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.

[Mike Mason · Rating 5 out of 5]

This was at least a 10 star book. Can’t 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 ‘the girl’ 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’t 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.

[Robin · Rating 3 out of 5]

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. “Maybe we’ve been too silly to deserve a world like this.”

The scientist said, “That’s absolutely and precisely right.”

[Chrisl · Rating 4 out of 5]

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.
Pied Piper
Round the Bend
A Town Like 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
Alas, Babylon

[Jan-Maat]

This 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 The Last Man 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 unlike say a nice woodcut . Hmm.

After this book was published a Swiss woman came up with the five stages of Grief. 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 stupid, 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 but she 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 also from context is unclear if the sleeping over is meant literally or figuratively, either apparently unacceptable. 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 attaché, 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 which is bad news for the women in his books, because it's the 1950s and that Rosie the riveter is long forgot, but once we've had a refit, and a sea trial, then we get to have a quest but don't get too excited, and the women have to stay at home obviously - don't get this book muddled up with Jules Verne or some crazy guy like that with some wild nineteenth century ideas like allowing women to go under water when everybody knows they haven't got a periscope or anything 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 as apparently Peter Thiel has made preparations to do in the potential event of a similar process or event also were do do all the bullocks come from to serve as draft animals, this story is meant to be set in Australia not India . 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 this 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...

I'm curious that Shute doesn't think that anyone would have dropped a nuclear weapon on any Australian city although Manila was apparently targeted, possibly this is a reflection of the range of the aircraft available. Also in Shute's scenario no one seems to have or to have used an effective shelter -though this you may regard as realistic for an unplanned scramble into war. Ideologically this is a little interesting as a novel because Shute is a technological optimist, the nuclear bomb we might regard as the ultimate technological solution, but Shute doesn't seem to like it, given his 'everybody dies' scenario. The problem though seems to be not the existence of the weapon but it's use, in this case by unreliable little countries - Albania and Egypt start it all off and everybody else is obliged to join in resulting in total mammalian extinction, Shute's prescription to save the world is education specifically via the newspapers, however given the scenario he describes this doesn't make much sense - the statesmen die first in initial nuclear strikes and retaliation is continued by junior officers until they are either no longer combat effective or run out of weapons - ie there is no space for public opinion to intervene and say no - back down, talk, indeed even mid ranking military commanders are by world standards hardly the least educated and probably more aware even in 1957 of the potential destruction involved in nuclear war, besides which how does educatiung Australian public opinion make Albania less enraged?. If he is arguing for pacificism and universal disarmament then he does so only implicitly as everyone dies and there is no safe place or technological solution. As such it is a remarkable statement of technological - pessimism from a writer who in 1950 with A Town called Alice says that if life gives you crocodiles - make handbags.

[Callum's Column · Rating 4 out of 5]

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.

[John (JC) · Rating 5 out of 5]

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 “duck and cover”. This is an old read but well worth the time.

[Melki · Rating 4 out of 5]

"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 -Midnight in Chernobyl: The Untold Story of the World's Greatest Nuclear Disaster - 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 . . .)

[Megan · Rating 5 out of 5]

Nevil Shute’s 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’s 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, “not with a bang but a whimper”? 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, “It won’t be long now” and “We all have to go sometime, only now we know when that sometime will be” But for the most part, people in Shute’s novel live their remaining time in a state of …denial? 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.

“Mary looked at her gratefully. “Well, that’s what I think. I mean, I couldn’t bear to – to just stop doing things and do nothing. You might as well die now and get it over.”
Moira nodded. “If what they say is right, we’re 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.”

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 “take this job and shove it” 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’t believe this means his scenario is necessarily incorrect. After all, remember the five stages of grief? In case you don’t, 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’s 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.

[Baba · Rating 4 out of 5]

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.

2013 read

[Marialyce · Rating 4 out of 5]

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.

[E · Rating 5 out of 5]

I was a kid who grew up in the shadow of the Cold War. I saw the movie based on this story on television in the late 60s.

The novel was first published in 1957. This was 6 years before the USA faced the brink of a nuclear exchange with Russia.

The novel was terrifying because I still remembered the Cuban Missle crisis in 1962. Those terrible missles of October.

I can remember the night my parents were sitting in the kitchen. We had watched President Kennedy give a special announcement on our TV. He ordered the US Navy to form a blockade of the island of Cuba.

My mother was asking my dad if she should put some water and food in the basement. I remember him saying, "dont even bother." We lived in Chicago.

In the Navy he had survived a war on the Solomons in the Pacific. Three years of strafing of the airfields, the Marines had retaken from the enemy.

He had learned long ago to be calm and think clearly in stressful situations.

He said, "Mary, Chicago is a major target. If they launch, we will be gone in a few minutes."

It was very odd, but I felt relieved by what he said.
He saw me standing there listening.

He looked at me and smiled and said, "come help daddy finish this crossword puzzle." He loved those Tribune puzzles.

So... The Russians blinked, the missles were removed, and cooler heads prevailed.

The story " On the Beach" was watching a hopeless situation slowly unfold as the radiation from a nuclear exchange spread on the winds into Australia. The final safe area. This was a population that knew the end would be slow and painful. Radiation sickness.

The government distributed a medication that would give a quick and painless way out.

I read The book when I was older, and it is still disturbing to think about it.

Five Stars
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[Manny · Rating 3 out of 5]

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.

[Sara · Rating 4 out of 5]

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.

[Michael Finocchiaro · Rating 4 out of 5]

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’s 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).

[Ingrid · Rating 5 out of 5]

It's a masterpiece. As it is of all time it's also very disturbing...

[Dave · Rating 4 out of 5]

"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.

[Blaine · Rating 4 out of 5]

“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.”
…
“If what they say is right we're 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.”

Published in 1957, and set around that same time, On the Beach takes place in the aftermath of World War III. The countries of the Northern Hemisphere have annihilated themselves. And in Melbourne, Australia, the survivors wait for the slowly spreading, inescapable radioactive cloud that will poison and kill them all ….

In other authors’ hands, this novel could have been a ticking clock thriller or an action-adventure. But On the Beach is literary fiction that quietly explores what ordinary people would do as the world slowly dies. Some choose to keep working while others don’t. For long stretches of the book, the characters garden, go fishing, race cars, or search for love, trying to craft meaning in the final days of their lives. And each character ultimately decides how they want to face their end.

On the Beach is a bit more interesting as a concept than in the execution. There’s only so gripping a book can be when the whole focus is on facing a slow-moving death with a stiff upper lip. And the lack of hope made for a pretty dark story. But it’s well written, and I’m certainly not sorry I read it. But I would recommend sandwiching it between more lighthearted books. 3.5 stars rounded up to 4.