Un atisbo a un futuro no más horrendo que cualquier presente, una mirada a las fuerzas que pueden salvarnos de la destrucción total.

Read many years ago and still remember being impressed. Probably started me off on my reading of post-apocalyptic novels.

Great science fiction has a sense of wonder and this dystopian novel achieves a unique atmosphere which isn’t quite wonder but then again it isn’t really science fiction. On the face of it Lessing achieves a similar sense of a breakdown in civilisation that J G Ballard achieved in novels like “The Burning World” or the “Drowned World”, but Lessing gives us much more than that. It could be argued that Ballard kept on re-writing the same novel with “High Rise” and “Concrete Island” whereas Lessing adds mystery, madness and human suffering in a heady cocktail that left this reader wondering about just what he had read. From the very start Lessing confuses readers perceptions; yes society is breaking down, the unnamed Survivor is a first hand witness as she gazes out from her apartment window, but we never know quite what caused this unravelling of the civilised world, and who is Emily whose pet is a monstrous cross between a dog and a cat and far more insidious is the other world that the Survivor crosses over to behind her apartment wall.

The novel opens with:
“We all remember that time. It was no different for me than for others. Yet we do tell each other over and over again the particularities of the events we shared and the repetition, the listening, it is as if we are saying: It was like that for you too? Then that confirms it, yes, it was so it must have been. I wasn’t imagining things.”………

There lies the mystery: it is written in the first person as a memoir by the Survivor, but we are never sure just how much was imagined. The survivor describes herself as an older woman living alone at a time when essential services in her city are breaking down. The Government seems to be losing control of events which are shrouded in here-say. There are food shortages, industry has broken down, there are no new products, most manufacturing people are unemployed and the only people who are earning a living are government workers - the bureaucracy. People are living on the pavement opposite the apartment, they form themselves into groups centred round a leader preparing to move off into the countryside, when one group leaves another is soon forming, there are criminal violent gangs taking over districts and in the absence of hard news people are relying on each other for information; the information they need to survive. One evening there is a knock on the Survivor’s door and a stranger leaves Emily a young girl of 14 with her to look after. Emily brings Hugo with her; an ugly amalgam of cat and dog. They settle in and Emily soon morphs from a young girl to a young woman taking her place with the various groups living; for part of the time with them on the pavement. It is at this time that the Survivor sees the wall in her apartment dissolve, allowing her to enter another series of rooms. The rooms appear too have been disrupted and she works to put things straight. On another visit through the wall she sees Emily as a very young girl being tickled unmercifully by her guilty looking father.

Conditions get tougher, people forage for food, cottage industries spring up repairing and adapting goods and bartering takes precedence. A new leader (Gerald) emerges from the groupings on the street and Emily falls in love with him and together they take control, meanwhile the Survivor is left with the forsaken Hugo. Electricity supplies breakdown and the group are threatened by a gang of feral young children who live underground. The Survivor waits again for the wall in her apartment to dissolve as she watches Emily and Gerald’s relationship develop.

The Survivor acts like a teller of a story, she does not seem to be affected by the events around her: she is reporting what is happening both in the real world and her trips through the wall: she is a sort of cipher, perhaps not quite real. Doris Lessing in her novel “The Four Gated City” (that culminated her children of violence series) has a mentally ill woman as one of the central characters. This woman spends great chunks of her time examining the walls of her room, looking for a way through; a way out and it made me think that the Survivor in this current novel is suffering from a similar mental illness. How much is she imagining, perhaps everything although her descriptions and the telling of her story is very realistic. Hugo the strange monster, and Emily’s arrival all point to a world at the very least out of kilter and then again there is the world behind the wall where the Survivor looks for her salvation. There are layers in this book that remain mysterious perhaps just out of reach adding to that sense of wonder that Lessing achieves with her descriptions of the dystopia that is quickly gaining ground.
This is a brilliant work of fiction, told by the all seeing eyes of the Survivor. Lessing's view of the breakdown in civilisation has a ring of authenticity and this is juxtaposed with the strange events that appear so matter of fact to the story teller. There is no doubt that the world behind the wall is a parallel to the world outside the apartment, but just how much of this is in the head of the survivor whose technique of reporting seems so perfectly sane. Could she be a lonely elderly woman going quietly insane within the confines of her apartment? Does the real world outside the apartment as she sees it actually exist? Is the real breakdown wholly internal to the Survivor? Whether or not this is the case, it is Lessing’s convincing depiction of the breakdown of civilisation, with the descent of the city people first into self help groups, but then into hunter gatherers in danger of being overrun by barbarism, that makes the story seem so real. New leaders emerge from the coalescing groups, on the pavements, but in the cityscape it is the ferrel children that claim the streets. Gerald’s attempts to impose some order on the children are met with incomprehension and violence.

Fiction, fantasy, dystopia, political reality, mental breakdown add up to another of Lessing’s jaundiced view of the nature of the society in which we live. It all coalesces in this novel, but not quite enough to provide a central vision that would make this an outstanding work of art. It does however make a great novel and one that prays on my worst nightmares - feral children, or is that just children. A 4.5 star read. ( )

[Memoirs of a Survivor] by Doris Lessing

Some books do not age well, none more than dystopias that play on their culture’s fears and play out an exaggerated nightmare. Whether it becomes fascinating, bemusing or worryingly naïve is going to be dependent on its characters and plot and sadly Lessing’s book is a dense, horrid, disturbing, surreal mess.

Near future Britain and family has broken down. Society is slowly dying, food is scarce and government is withdrawing into an elite circle. The young are on the move and starting to sweep the middle aged and the old up in their path. A practical uncaring path at that. Our unnamed narrator (of indeterminate old age) is randomly left with a teenager (Emily) to look after as everything decays. As the gangs of cannibalistic children take over she watches Emily try to make her way in the world with no future. On top of that, inbetween everything she falls into another world beyond this world and err.. experiances the Emily's youth.. err probably I have no real idea what is going on. She tidies up a lot. Also there's worshipping of giant egg.

The fear of youth and the breakdown of family is just too alien a fear that I just cannot understand nor relate to, especially in a world that practically speaking that makes no sense. Add a writing style that is a mess of babbling neurosis that corkscrews through your mind like nails scraping down a blackboard. Add the entwining of a nonsensical dreamlike autobiographic sequence which soon drifts into mind numbing banality as goes through “the wall” to describe empty run down rooms… page after page after page. This added, enforced surealness, squeezed in made me mad, I just couldn’t unlock it: a dog that looks like a cat! Deep! The characterisation quite frankly just made me want to cry.

I know I should have stopped (but group read) and because I didn't I had to read about the sexual abuse as paedophiles climbed out of the woodwork without nary comment from author or narrator. Yes it is normal for society to break down and a 25 year old man to keep a harem of 13 year olds, because men are like that and anyway your teenager is happy right? I feel dirty just thinking about it.

I happily admit that I may have missed salient facts and therefore the point of it all but I really don’t give a damn. I have to say that this is without a doubt one of the worse books I have ever read and why it is so lauded or Lessing was so proud will remain a mystery that I can’t be bothered to unravel.

Highly unrecommend, unless you really really need to give as a gift to someone you hate. ( )

Indrukwekkend boek. Lessing voert een ik-persoon op, duidelijk een vrouw van middelbare leeftijd, ergens in een grote stad op een moment in de toekomst nà een grote catastrofe (die niet nader omschreven wordt). Het hele maatschappelijke weefsel valt altijd maar verder uit elkaar, de overheid blijft heel ver op de achtergrond, en geleidelijk wordt leven in de eerste plaats overleven. De ik-vrouw registreert rustig en onderkoeld alle kleine veranderingen. Daarbij staat haar relatie centraal met het 12-jarig meisje Emily dat plots door een onbekende aan haar zorg wordt toevertrouwd. We zien Emily in zeer snel tempo de harde leerschool van het overleven ondergaan, met vallen en opstaan.
Heel bijzonder zijn de sequenties waarin de ik-persoon toegang krijgt tot een wereld "achter de muur", het zijn droomscenes met een magisch-realistisch gehalte die mee inzicht verschaffen in de psyche van Emily en het hoofdpersonage.
Lessing is er in geslaagd verschillende thema's (het leven in een aftakelende samenleving, het oprukkende barbarisme, het opgroeien en de verwerking van de trauma's van een pubermeisje) tot een mooi, uitgebalanceerd geheel te verwerken. Heel bijzonder vind ik de rustige, gelaten toon van de hoofdfiguur (het werkwoord "watching" duikt voortdurend op). Alleen het einde komt een beetje plots, en is nogal teleurstellend. ( )