There’s a chapter in my novel, The Beautiful World of the Alive, called The Waste Land, where the protagonists grapple with existential fears after witnessing their Cold War nightmares come to life in the made-for-TV movie The Day After. Of course, I based that chapter on my own experiences as a fourteen-year-old in 1983. But I…
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