I is for Ice-Age
I hate snow. And ice. And the cold. An ice-age is pretty much going to screw up everything – food supplies, medical aid, electricity and travel will become both difficult and dangerous.
Scenario: You’ll need some science here, but the real story is going to either be survival or a journey (or both!). Families being reunited, moving to a warmer locale, government ‘settlements’ for the greater good, scavengers, slavers – Ice-Age gives you so many possibilities.
Characters: Families, lovers, groups of survivors. Scientists at a stretch (but apart from ‘it’s snowing a LOT’ they won’t really add a lot to the story). This is a scenario set up for human drama – world-building won’t need a lot of work, with the exception for political/governmental actions and reactions. If your setting is
isolated, you won’t even need these dudes.
Location: How severe do you want to make your ice-age? Masai living in igloos or Mexico closing its borders to American immigrants? An isolated location or small town will work best for a survival story, a snow trip for a family reunion, or a city for examining exactly how a government react – it really depends on the story you want to tell as to which location works best.
Series or stand-alone: Again, this depends on your story. If you’re going to start from the beginning of the ice-age you’ll need a series or a serious door-stopper of a book. If it’s a family reunion, survival, or investigation of what those dudes in suits actually do, a stand-alone will work better.
Recommended by Me
After the Snow by S.D. Crockett
Published: 27 March 2012 by Feiwel & Friends
Pages: 304 (hardcover)
Read the synopsis and my review HERE
On My Wishlist
The Snow by Adam Roberts
Published: 2005 by Gollancz
Pages: 360 (paperback)
And this is how the world will end...
"The snow started falling on the sixth of September, soft noiseless flakes filling the sky like a swarm of white moths, or like static interference on your TV screen -- whichever metaphor, nature of technology, you find the more evocative. Snow everywhere, all through the air, with that distinctive sense of hurrying that a vigorous snowfall brings with it. Everything in a rush, busy-busy snowflakes. And, simultaneously, paradoxically, everything is hushed, calm, as quiet as cancer, as white as death.
And at the beginning people were happy."
But the snow doesn't stop. It falls and falls and falls. Until it lies three miles thick across the whole of the earth. Six billion people have died. Perhaps 150,000 survive.
But those 150,000 need help, they need support, they need organising, governing. And so the lies begin. Lies about how the snow started. Lies about who is to blame. Lies about who is left. Lies about what really lies beneath.