The Chrysalids

I'm honestly surprised this novel doesn't get talked about more as being a classic of the genre. Similar in a lot of ways when it comes to style as John Christopher's The Death of Grass, The Chrysalids excels past it as well.  While not quite as well paced, this novel offers much more in a philosophical sense. The characters are well written, and the prose is easy to read without lacking depth. There's a real sense of both melancholy and tension that slowly builds throughout the novel that was fitting to the content. There are also moments of true excitement that left me gripped to the page, though I will admit that the ending, while decent, was more mediocre than I expected. 

Wyndham focuses mainly on themes of xenophobia, dogma, otherness, and the future of humanity. Exploring these themes often leads to dark places and moments, ones that feel grounded in the harsh reality of the world. Yet Wyndham is also deft enough a writer to weave in real moments of tenderness, love, and care between the characters. These moments are especially clear and sharp through their bitter surroundings. I especially appreciated these themes being seen through the eyes of a child, and then a teenager, as they come to grips with their reality. Most of my encounters with this perspective have come with a firm YA ting that I didn't care far, but not here. I also think it's important to point out that this is one of the rare vintage SF titles that doesn't ignore or belittle women. 

Overall and excellent novel. Surprisingly deep and poignant for such a slim page length. Very excited to explore more of Wyndham's works.