Dystopic fiction has been a trend in YA fictions, since well before The Hunger Games. For example, when I was younger I read a lot John Christopher, including the Tripod series (post-alien invasion) and The Sword of the Spirits trilogy (post-ecological disaster), or John Whyndham’s The Chrysalids (set in Canada with fundamentalists targeting mutations) and The Day of the Triffids (alien plants wiping out the world).
No, Dystopias and post-apocalyptic worlds have been very popular through the years. The current trend had been on a bit of a down-swing, but we’ll see if the current state of the world makes it swing back up again.
The Ship is a British book (they do like their dystopias), set after economic/ecological collapse. Lalla’s father helped set up the dystopia (without an identity card and ‘screen’, you really don’t have a hope), but in secret he is setting up an escape for a carefully selected 500. Some are selected for the knowledge, and others because he approves of their actions (although sometimes the actions weren’t what he assumed them to be). Finally, he takes his wife and daughter to a waiting ship that he has loaded with those select, and enough supplies to last them for decades, although his wife is shot in the trip, and dies soon after they reach the ship.
The book focuses on the daughter, Lalla, who has her doubts. She bounces between sensible (supplies don’t last forever, and what about when things start to break down?) and teenaged naivetie (she wants to take the ship’s supplies back to London to help the people there… for a week at the most). She is obsessed with fruit that can’t be grown anymore in poisoned soil. When her mother was dying, she turned off the pain drugs because she was certain her mother would want to know she was there, and her mother dies in agony as a result.
To be honest, I really had trouble identifying with Lalla who has managed to get through the collapse, including actually seeing people killed, and yet is so naive that she thinks a ship’s supplies could save everyone in London.
I was more interested in the other passengers, and even her father. Not the love interest, though, who barely go any development. It was more the mother who refused to simply declare Lalla’s father, Michael, her son’s new father like everyone else on the ship, insisting on teaching him about his dead father. Or the woman in the laundry whose own daughter had turned away from her because of optimism (in a story much like Lalla’s the woman’s farm in Africa was sealed off from the suffering around it, but the daughter insisted on cutting down the wires to let in refugees, resulting in her father’s death at her own hands).
Over time, Michael started to remind me more and more of Jim Jones, and the ship as Jonestown, where the innevitable end will be death for everyone. The ship is going in circles in the ocean, with no plans to ever find land, but with no weapons, how would they fight off pirates.
The ending is appropriately ambiguous, but I figure it could be summed up as ‘Lalla starves in her rowboat, and eventually everyone else died, and nothing was saved’.
Thanks to NetGalley for a copy of this book.