Would be a fair way of describing a remarkable novel I read earlier this year called “The Last Man” by Mary Shelley.
One of the unexpected features of the Kindle, not a design feature but an incidental benefit, is how it encourages one to explore novels and texts you would not otherwise think of reading. These are often books long out of print – or if not books that are unlikely to be stocked in your local high street book store. A quick check on Amazon shows me that this novel was last reprinted as a Wordsworth Classic” (a cheap and cheerful publishers) in 2004.
Some – if not most - 19th century novels have entered our 21st century consciousness by means of adaptation for television, radio, and not least film (not forgetting records – most of what I knew about Wuthering Heights before I read it I gleaned from Kate Bush!) In that journey they are often adapted almost beyond recognition. But this novel has been long forgotten, as have many of her other novels with the obvious exception of Frankenstein. Even there the novel and the films share little beyond the original concept.

Worth a read? Yes if you are a Shelley fan, definitely if you want to trace the origins of early sci-fi, but otherwise stick to the more regular highways of literature.
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