Of course, natural resources are at a premium, but in these "after the day the earth…" novels, I’m always curious as to exactly what happened that could devastate the ground and animals yet leave people to survive.
"Good. We’re running out of trees. Ninety-eight percent of Central Park is denuded and the other two percent is under armed guard. Have Chris hack down trees and send them up. And he should set up a small glass manufacturing plant." (p. 166)
Curious. Also curious was the ‘poetry’ between Penelope Ratcliffe and Jim, back in their Manhattan bedroom.