Suddenly, without warning or explanation, almost all of humanity discovers that it is no longer able to sleep. Every now and again a novel comes along that is so Completely original and captivating that it makes you gasp. The Awakened are zombie-like insomniacs shuffling around the city, wanting sleep, slowly going crazy and dying, or killing themselves just to fall into eternal darkness.

My favorite book is Alice in Wonderland, a story children have always loved—they feel like Alice themselves.I often go sleep reluctantly; it forces me to stop the fun activity I'm doing, usually reading or binge watching a series. Una historia sobre la falta de sueño en parte de la población que puede recordar al Ensayo sobre la ceguera de Saramago pero solo en la intención. While the logic of the plot may make this a necessary choice, the downisde of it is that the reader only gets to observe the effects of the plague; the narrative does not really convey the way it feels. You can’t make yourself do it; the harder you try, the less likely you’ll be able to tumble into slumber.

The way in which Paul's personal interests end up shaping the collective madness of various people he encounters in one corner of his city works pretty well, but there are too many other things which Barnes has put into the story because he thinks that they will be cool, only to discover as the story runs down to his conclusion that he doesn't quite know what to do with them. One couple experience a lifetime in a week as he continues to sleep, she begins to disintegrate before him, and the new world swallows the old one whole. It's a weird book, written in a very literary way (MC is an etymologist) with some deeply peculiar sequences that feel like dreams or madness, and plenty of stuff that makes no sense as part of the world or anything else.If I was smarter I might have thought it was more profound, but in the end it just gave me a bit of a headache. Barnes employs this brilliant idea to explore the nature of perception, redemption, and personal and social catastrophe. If you're looking for help with a personal book recommendation, consult our Weekly Recommendation Thread, Suggested Reading page, or ask in r/suggestmeabook.

This is one of those dystopias so incredibly realistic in concept that it's hard to forget it isn't happening; also, having had a baby that didn't sleep through for 14 months, my idea of pure hell. As an author, it is easy to imagine how he could have spared any time with her considering also his constant observation of the human race and not being a real part of it. In a publishing universe where the end of the world seems to come round with monotonous regularity, Barnes has found an ingenious way of bringing about the collapse of society. This is exactly the kind of book that makes me feel like an idiot 😂 I don’t mind more literary-focused books, but there were some sentences I had to reread over and over again to try and figure out exactly what was trying to be said. Hala uyuyabilen şanslı azınlık artık o kadar şanslı saymıyor kendini; insanlar gruplara ayrılmak, ölmek öldürmek için, hiçbir fırsatı kaçırmıyor.It's been several years since I've read it, but I have never met another person who's heard of it, let alone read it. It seems that almost all of the population of the world has slept either, except a few persons, Paul included. A rather vicious strain of insomnia unravels things and this encourages all of the aforementioned contemplation of the collective belly-button. Meaning the ensuing half-a-chapter about how she and the protagonist had first met and what they were like together and blah blah blah was utterly pointless.

The veneer of civility is thin and threadbare, after just a few days of no sleep for 99,9% of the world's population, all is chaos. The desire of sleep is the catalyst to behavioural explosions where being morally positive is consumed by the morally negative. Combined with the essay by the same author contained at the end of the book, it struck a real chord about life and death.We get a little slice of the epidemic, one man's tale as he tries to survive for a month, the estimated time it will take the sleepless to die. Maybe if some attempt had been made to flesh her out before her pointless death-- aside from the offhand mention that her uncle had abused her as a child, which is brought up exactly once and promptly forgotten-- then maybe I would have cared for her as a character. It may be November but I’m glad I finally chanced upon a good Halloween novel after a month of so-so spooky books. Strange cults pop up, children are acting oddly, and everyone starts going on about Paul's book he is currently writing, Nod (yep, the same title as the book). Firstly, Princess Leia doesn’t receive the news of her homeworld’s destruction: she witnesses it first-hand.