Year One of Nuclear Winter

The story has now entered the third part, "Us," which is the final major chapter. It has not been easy for this book to get to this point, and I thank everyone for their support over the past two years.

"Am I overthinking things, or is the world really getting crazier?" After finishing this book, I was completely wide awake. The novel is so oppressive, so dark, so decadent. The literary skill is absolutely top-notch, the content displays a Fauvist style, and at its core is a creation of pure nihilism, chaos, and violence. Perhaps to create a work with such exaggerated tension that it could influence reality, only such a despairing tragedy in a state of madness or insanity could achieve that. I spent time reading previous reviews, and their feelings were mostly the same as mine. As an extremely emotional person, in several scenes...

To be honest, this book truly shocked me. I read it over and over again, including the thirteen chapters on science. After finishing it, even my sleep was severely affected; sometimes I felt as if the scenes described in the text were right before my eyes. Let's start with the author's strengths. First, the environmental descriptions are extremely well done: dark alleyways, the lives of the lower classes, the oppressive and dimly lit underground city, the glittering brothels… This world, gradually distorted by nuclear radiation, is depicted with a detached and cold style. At the same time, the author also portrays the entirety of this society. (The author's skill is truly remarkable…)

Wow, this book is still gaining more favorites! Thank you everyone!

Some say true art requires patient refinement. Others say true art cannot be obscured by the dust of history. If you're reading this review right now after finishing the novel, you'll likely agree with me: the impact of *Year One* extends beyond the senses; it directly presents the reader with a shocking, soul-piercing light. It is also a naked, cruel butcher; the entire novel offers no barriers or darkness that allow us to ignore this process of self-judgment of humanity. It's like peeling back the layers of a warm greenhouse, placing the reader in a cold world to experience...

Time, space, characters, background, emotions, psychology—fragments of stories spanning various narrative dimensions ultimately constitute a hopeless society and a group of people helplessly struggling within it. A depressing and melancholic theme forms the overall tone of the novel. Looking at the novel as a whole, is it tragic? Pitiful? Or hateful? One can only say, all of the above. Upon reflection, we seem to find ourselves reflected in it: as members of society, our individual fates are inseparable from the group, society, and the nation. We are led by the nose by the "trend" throughout our lives, from following it to being abandoned by society itself. Yes, the times continue to roll forward, and behind it all are the dead. ...

"The most despairing thing for a person is to become accustomed to despair." This is my core takeaway from this book. After reading it, a profound sense of nihilism permeated my entire being, so depressing that it kept me awake. It was as if that world was right beside me; the resonance created a terrifying connection—one side the world of the book, the other the real world. The novel's scope is frighteningly grand, a post-apocalyptic version of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival." There is no main character, yet everyone is a protagonist in themselves. Even a seemingly insignificant "passerby" is meticulously crafted by the author, who spends considerable time constructing an unforgettable, important character and alluding to their profound meaning...

Regarding this book, I can only say it's breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking. It felt like reading a literary masterpiece; I devoured all 11 chapters in one go, and almost knelt before the author after finishing it. I truly never expected to find such a book on SF (Shanghai Media Group); it's like discovering a hidden gem, love at first sight. To be honest, compared to most novels on the site, it's several levels above; the word "utterly crushing" doesn't even begin to describe the intellectual gap. It feels like a loss for the author to publish on SF. (No offense to other authors!) The writing is superb, without excessive flowery metaphors or beautiful prose; the novel, from beginning to end, directly confronts the soul with profound questions...

Personally, I think *Nuclear Winter Year One* has the highest level of humanistic concern among the books I've read so far. The fractal diagram drives the main plot; as the core of abundance, it must revolve around the entire war narrative. He Jie, as an agent of the state apparatus, also struggles to showcase his human qualities. Lin Tao displays anger towards this absurd world, and Wei Chen is currently in a "power fantasy" phase. *Silver Web* and *Universe 26* are, after all, science fiction. Killing all of humanity is too much of a stream-of-consciousness scenario.

Absolutely a masterpiece; in every aspect, it's one of the best online novels I've ever read. I downloaded Pineapple Bun specifically to read the Garden series, and after reading it, I found it to be much better than I expected.