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Larissa Lai builds a maximalist and surprisingly enchanting vision of post-Peak Oil dystopia

Larissa Lai’s novel Tiger Flu rewards a patient reader with an engrossing (if at times confounding) vision of the marvellous (yet disastrous) century following Peak Oil, writes Brett Josef Gribisic.

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Larissa Lai, author of , Arsenal Pulp Press.


Fifty years from now, one hundred. Picture the possibilities. Will it be Atwood’s Crakers? The Nexus-6 units of Philip K. Dick? The Road’s “nothingness and night”?

How about a heaving, chaotic world of drawn and redrawn borders, where holograms, clones, bio-ships, and consciousness transference technology clash with deprivation, cults, matriarchal gangs, and psychotropic drugs, all while a pandemic rages? Starting with an atmospheric opening page, in The Tiger Flu, Larissa Lai goes wholly maximalist in her world-building. “The tendril information scales Kora’s got plugged into the single-band halo that circles her head wave gently”: adjusting to its norms takes time.

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