Those who have had the kindness to purchase ‘The Age of The Triffids’ might care to know that in consequence my poor, starving, children have blessed and commended you to the Almighty, sending up fervent prayers with all their heart and all their soul and all their (hitherto weakened but now fortified) strength. (fade out and back in again both now sporting Gandalf beards)… 1998, 19, but 2001 Stu, is brilliant, they've gone into space!" Or was it 1984 and I've made the last bit up? The memory may be playing tricks! Despite a distinct change in tone, that wasn't bad either. Without trawling through a load of stuff to find it, it vaguely goes something like "Stu, I've not seen One, Two, Three, Four, Five or Six, but I watched Seven the other day and it's a cracker! I couldn't find Eight or Nine, but I managed to find Ten. You've just reminded me of an old Lee & Herring sketch. It's when you get a laugh you need to sense check yourself! If it's a growl you've received, that's definitely a joke.
There's only Plan for Chaos, released posthumously, that I don't much care for. Chocky would be my other recommend alongside The Chrysalids and Triffids, albeit possibly aimed at kids (albeit arguably so is The Chrysalids). The Kraken Wakes isn't bad, albeit they're all of a reasonable standard (even The Midwich Cuckoos dare I say!).
#EDDIE IZZARD UNREPEATABLE TORRENT SERIES#
I'm strenuously opposed to book series that go on and on long after they've run out of steam, but what would be your choice for another classic standalone SF or fantasy novel that's crying out for just one good sequel? But if you can't wait two decades for the rest of the world to catch up, why not see if a Canadian friend (or bookshop) will send you a copy? They will be waiting."įor copyright reasons The Age of the Triffids is only on sale in Canada and New Zealand. Sooner or later, hunger or thirst drive you into the open. Otherwise you’re trapped and you'll never get out. Bill Masen's community on the Isle of Wight has grown and on the surface appears to be thriving, but with fields of triffids covering most of the mainland and spores ever drifting on the wind, there are threats from outside and perhaps an even greater danger posed by the concomitant social fault lines between the pre- and post-apocalyptic generations. In The Age of the Triffids, he leaps ahead to twenty-five years after the time of the first novel. Perhaps the only writer who could hope to do justice to such an undertaking is John Whitbourn, one of England's greatest living practitioners of fantasy and science fiction. Think the retooled Battlestar Galactica or the way J J Abrams created a new take on 1960s-era Star Trek. The sequel needs to match the inventiveness and blistering shock value of the original but in a modern idiom. It's not enough to pastiche Wyndham's style that would just leave you with a quaint literary curiosity. Writing a sequel to The Day of the Triffids, John Wyndham's 1951 science fiction classic, is something most authors couldn't even attempt.
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