I'm a novice fiction reader, so don't listen to my opinion on the storyline. Narration a stronger and booming, with excellent effort put into names, voice differences for the characters, and general reading dynamic. Good for this book style, maybe not my preferred narrator for nonfiction.
The book definitely has you thinking constantly. It's an interesting story especially since it was written at the height of Cold War nuclear fears. The author has clear issues with man's unfortunate, faulty faith in himself. I don't quite know if the book is trying to insult the church or the idea of God's Law being absolute and man's law being relative. Future re-reads will tell.
In fairness, I am not a big science fiction fan, so those who are may justifiably discount my opinion. I guess this book is supposed to be profound and perhaps it was when it was written, when the apocalypse was upon us. The premise is profound but the execution is just not to my taste - too dark and cynical for me.
My favorite post-apocalyptic book, and indeed one of my favorites of any genre, is Alas, Babylon, by Pat Frank, also written when the apocalypse was chillingly near. It is hopeful, which is to my taste.
I tried, I really did. I think it might be a better book to read. I did not like the narrator, but usually I can get over that. it was just dull.
I am brutally honest. Popular, love everything they read, reviewers are scared to go neg. and risk their ranking. It's your money!!!
This is one of those books I have tried more then once to read. It is supposedly a classic. Science Fiction Book Club included it in their 50th year Anniversary Collection. This is the first time I have listened to it and I do believe I got more out of it that way. I still am not a fan. It seemed more about the inner workings of the Catholic Church and not a good look.
Leibowitz seems to have been a engineer and not necessarily a good one at that. I also believe that Leibowitz is a Jewish name? The church in the future after the world is almost blown up wants to make him a Saint. Truthfully, I think people in Academia who are not even Science Fiction Fans claim this as a classic. It is funny in parts, but not funny enough.
The narrator is not one of my favorites. He basically has two voices. A regular voice and then a gruff voice.
While the premise of this book, humanity destroying itself with nuclear war, has been rehashed many times, it was probably novel when this book first came out. The added aspect of Catholic monks preserving ancient scientific knowledge after the apocalypse is a delightful nod to the work of medieval monasteries. However, the author uses some portions of the story as thinly veiled Christian evangelism, and that gets tiresome after the third of fourth time.
I recently listened to “A Canticle for Leibowitz,” by Walter M. Miller. I read it as a teenager, but I’ve noticed I get a lot more out of everything I read now than I did when my system was awash with raging hormones. (For example, I discovered that Thomas Hardy, far from being an incredible drag, was a funny, vivid and poignant writer.)
“A Canticle for Leibowitz” has been called a classic of science fiction. It’s also a classic in post-apocalyptic fiction, equal to George Stewart’s “Earth Abides” (which has held up remarkably well), “The Death of Grass” by John Christopher or “Malevil” by French writer Robert Merle. It has all the elements I look for in a great read: well-delineated characters, drama, mystery, humor and sorrow.
“A Canticle for Leibowitz” was published in 1960, at the height of the terror of nuclear annihilation. I remember “duck and cover” quite well; while crouching under my desk in my middle-school classroom, I was fairly certain that a blackout curtain and a wooden desk were not going to preserve me from frying to a crisp if an atomic bomb landed on, say, Los Angeles. At the time, nuclear catastrophe was a chill breath on the back of everyone’s vulnerable neck.
Miller’s opus opens after a nuclear apocalypse has literally bombed all of mankind back to the Stone Age. There’s a backlash against science, knowledge, and everything associated with the catastrophe buy anti-intellectuals who proudly call themselves “Simpletons.” Those perceived as intellectuals or scientists are murdered. Books are burned. Mankind descends into another Dark Age. Mutated humans, called “Children of the Pope,” are more or less accepted, because there are so many of them.
But there is one beacon of intellectual light left in the world: the Catholic Church, which resumes its ancient tradition of preserving past knowledge. The story opens with Brother Francis, a young postulant in the Albertian Order of Leibowitz, somewhere in the Southwestern desert of the United States. Leibowitz was one of the scientists murdered by the Simpletons, and after his martyrdom, miracles are said to have happened under Leibowitz’s aegis. The monks of the monastery want to canonize Leibowitz as a saint, but there hasn’t been enough evidence of his sanctity to satisfy New Rome. Brother Francis stumbles upon a cache of ancient papers, some of which appear to be pre-apocalyptic shopping lists—but others are blueprints. It becomes obvious to the reader (but not to the monks) that Leibowitz was an engineer, a designer of electronic circuits.
Poor Brother Francis meets his end as the first section of the book closes, having delivered his copy of one of the blueprints (suitably adorned with fanciful illuminations) to the Pope in New Rome.
The second section of the book takes place a few centuries later. An esteemed scholar visits the abbey to study the Leibowitzian relics and is able to tease out some of the technology from the ancient manuscripts. Technology is clearly in a renaissance as one of the monks has succeeded in building a generator to power an arc light. The scholar departs to New Rome to share his new-found insights and to recommend the canonization of Leibowitz.
The third section takes us another six or seven centuries into the future. Technology—much of it based on the study of old documents like the Leibowitzian relics—has developed to the point where space flight is practical. But nuclear weapons have been reinvented, as well—in all likelihood directly due to the knowledge preserved by the Order of St. Leibowitz—and nuclear war is imminent. The last abbot of the order perishes after an atomic blast brings his church down in ruins as he tries to save the consecrated hosts. But a ship commissioned by the Order launches into space, looking for a new home for humanity.
Well, sure, we destroy ourselves all over again, but maybe that rocket ship full of devout Catholics will colonize a new world that will never see an atomic mushroom cloud. Yet the reader is left with the impression that the human race is ultimately doomed to repeat its worst mistakes.
Sadly, “A Canticle for Leibowitz” was the only novel published during Miller’s lifetime. His last work, a follow-up novel called “St. Leibowitz and the Wild Horse Woman,” was published after his suicide in 1996. He must have seen that his ability to continue was in doubt, because he asked author Terry Bisson to finish it for him if he were unable to do so. Bisson did finish the book after Miller’s suicide. It’s thought that Miller’s traumatic experiences in WWII—including the bombing of an ancient abbey at Monte Casino—contributed to his depression and eventual suicide. That may be the case, but it also contributed to the creation of a science fiction masterpiece. Some people write to exorcise their demons, but even St. Leibowitz couldn’t exorcise the dark demons of Walter M. Miller’s haunted spirit.
A Canticle For Leibowitz is a profound and haunting look at a future after a "flame deluge". The story takes place over the course of several centuries and focuses mainly on events which occur in an American Southwest abbey. The book is divided into three sections, which basically equate to new Dark Ages, Renaissance, and Modern Age. Walter Miller weaves intricate imagery, ideology, perceptions, and even characters throughout the three sections, drawing stark parallels and variations down through the ages. He even maintains a wry and sophisticated sense of humor throughout the book by at once painting a character as an idiot and then later as a prophet.
Miller's prose is dense, intelligent, and rich without being flowery. He won't explain every detail to you, but he conveys much by how he draws and colors a scene. Although this book is surely not a light read (or listen), it never gets bogged down, and the pace is always reasonable. Tom Weiner's reading is excellent, and his tongue-in-cheek gravitas conveys the tone of the book well, Once in a while I found myself losing track of which character was speaking, but not often enough to be seriously distracted.
Beware that this novel is a product of its time -- today we may look back at the Cold War and snicker -- but really it's less about war than it is about the human condition which makes us feel the need to destroy or create, serve or exploit. Some other themes include: man's inventiveness and inability to control what he makes; how time distorts truth; how willingly people discard their immortal souls or how fervently they maintain them (the point of either being...?); decay in the midst of opulence; innocence manipulated by the powers that be; repetition of mistakes throughout history; and so on. Many books that present large ideas like these fall flat and fail to deliver. Not this book. And though many of Miller's ideas have been covered before and since by other authors, very few present them with such intermingled force and subtlety.
Also note that there is a good deal of religion discussed in Canticle (you're in a monastery, after all!) and Miller doesn't skimp on the traditional Latin. Only rarely does it help to understand the Latin, as it is mostly confined to incantations and such which have little impact on the story. But being familiar with Catholicism or Latin doesn't hurt.
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One of the first SF novels recommended to my by my wife before we were married. Walter M Miller weaves a tale of political intrigue into the fiction.