


This humble word is Harry Harrison’s absolute favourite. You wouldn’t want to even visit it for ten minutes. You wouldn’t want to live in this version of New York City. But pretty much everything is now scarce because Americans in the 30 years between 19 ate everything and used up everything whilst all having ten kids who then had another ten kids each, it seems. There are meateasies! This is because you can get your meat but you have to know where. The whole damn country has kind of collapsed. It’s New York City and the population has skyrocketed to 35 million.

The main guy who is a cop gets to be really happy for about two pages and after that it’s back to worrying about absolutely everything. Here is a 1966 novel about 1999 which is good, honest, miserable fun.
