My rating: 2 of 5 stars
The sleeping women became enshrouded in cocoons and, without them, men tore the world apart.
This novel hinges on the premise that, without women’s civilizing influence, the human male is a brute savage, bent on destruction and domination. And while that might be true to a certain degree and for certain men, I simply can’t believe men in general would lose all sense of decorum and restraint within a three-day absence of their mothers, wives, and daughters, even given they don’t know if said absence is temporary.
I mean, give it at least a week, right? Maybe even two.
Two stars and “It was ok” is all the praise you’re getting from me, King père et fils. It was readable, at least.