theatredaa.blogg.se

The White Mountains by John Christopher
The White Mountains by John Christopher










The White Mountains by John Christopher The White Mountains by John Christopher The White Mountains by John Christopher

One can interpret that in a positive light-women’s minds are more adaptable-or in a negative one-women are more easily controlled. Where are all the girls? In the first book of the trilogy, Christopher mentions that men’s minds are more likely than women’s to reject the cap. They were good, but would it have killed the guy to have included a few girl characters?”Īnd therein lies the rub. (She’d forgotten the author’s name, but she’d never forgotten how good the books were, and she had been delighted to discover the reprints.) My fifty-something mother instantly knew which books I was talking about: “Yeah,” she said, “I remember those. The young woman who sold them to me at the bookstore told me excitedly that she had just re-read them for the first time since fourth grade.

The White Mountains by John Christopher

Despite not reading the books for more than fifteen years, my little brother was able to discuss a number of plot points with me. As I re-read the series, I was surprised to discover how much of Christopher’s trilogy had lingered in my memory. When a strange man hints at the possibility of a life without the Tripods’ control, Will can't help but listen, even though escape will mean a long and treacherous journey to the White Mountains.ĭiscussing these novels with other people has been interesting. Will just isn’t convinced about this whole Capping business-it’s unthinkable to question the will of the Tripods, whom the whole world views as benevolent masters, but Will is decidedly nervous about his upcoming Capping ceremony. but once you've been “Capped” you’re never quite the same.Ĭhristopher’s hero is a thirteen-year-old boy named Will Parker. The metal caps don’t seem to turn you into a total zombie. But there is one major downside: as soon as you turn fourteen, you’re sucked up into the belly of a three-legged, alien-controlled machine called a Tripod, and you’re not returned until a mind-controlling metal cap has been fused onto your skull. In some ways, it’s almost idyllic-a world without war or famine, where people are comfortably assured of their own destiny. As post-apocalyptic visions of the future go, the world in John Christopher’s Tripod series isn’t so bad.












The White Mountains by John Christopher