The end of the world. It’s an inescapable thought for many of us, myself included. What would it be like, our countries, our cities, our lives wiped clean? Almost all of our present worries would evaporate, but what new ones would rise to take their places? How would we change in order to survive?
If you’re like me, you read about it to find out. We’ve all greedily devoured the super-flu apocalypse stories, the zombie plague accounts, the climate-doomed scenarios, the wars, the aliens, the nuclear bombs… But lately, I’ve noticed that the trend seems to be shifting in this timeless genre. Where the downfalls used to be caused by viruses escaping labs or political skirmishes that spiraled out of control, something new is beginning to creep into the limelight. In this modern age of long hours at the office, endless connectivity, and constant tracking and surveillance, sometimes it seems like the only thing that actually might be able to bring this reality to a standstill would have to be something else entirely—magic.
These are my five favorite novels wherein the end of the world is brought about not by science or war or plague, but by the fantastic.