Since nostalgia and the end of the world are currently two of the hottest trends, this weekend I have delved into the archives to bring you a forgotten classic of the post-apocalyptic genre: The Hopkins Manuscript. It was first published in 1939 – a year which we now look back on with a painful sense of foreboding. Those poor bastards, we think, they had no idea what was coming.
Not to be too dramatic, but it seems like a great book to re-read in 2018. Continue reading “The Hopkins Manuscript – RC Sherriff (Review)”