Obviously we come to a closure now on the second world war. I am sure I missed 100 great sci-fi/alt history stories taking place during WWII, and I know some of my more modern stories in the future re-visit the era in flashback or time machine, but 'shambling toward Hiroshima' is certainly what I have done over the past few months.
This book is a play on the creation of Godzilla, a giant reptile monstrosity bent on the destruction of Tokyo, born from the toxic fumes of nuclear destruction. I read recently that when the original Godzilla
movie first showed in Japan, audiences sat in shocked silence, and openly wept. The anology of Godzilla's wave of destruction as representative of the nuclear bomb hit very close to home with the Japanese of the 1950's.
Morrow walks a very thin line when he uses this metaphor in his story of a B-movie actor recruited by the US military to masquerade as a monster trashing Tokyo in an attempt to end the war. The hope is that the threat of a monster invasion will force the Japanese into surrender. It will also buy them some time while they perfect the real life versions of the monsters.
I'm just not sure. Is this a comedy? A wry statement on nuclear bombs at the onset of the Cold War? A tongue in cheek look at the Hollywood horror / b-movie industry of the forties? A serious statement about growing old in Reagan's eighties? A book about Godzilla? It's all these things. Unfortunately, it fails to excell at any of the above genres, but rather muck about and hop from point to point. Yes, this novella is a fun and easy read, but if a mishmash of the mentioned subplots and genres doesn't hit any sweet spots of interest for you, you may wish to pass on 'Hiroshima'.
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