I should have been inured to climatic changes; but I again felt I had moved out of ordinary life into an area of total strangeness. All this was real, it was really happening, but with a quality of the unreal; it was reality happening in quite a different way.
Why read science fiction? Have you read the news? Forever chemicals in freshwater. Ohio says natural gas is now clean energy. More tornadoes than average nationwide. Less snow than average in Chicago.
I could have written this post ten years ago and there would be equally as bizarre environmental concerns.
Is that what makes Ice such a good book? The confusing narrative, the hallucinations, the not knowing what is and is not real? We’re apparently hurtling towards disaster, but we still dance and party like nothing is going to happen.