Alas, Babylon by Pat FrankAlas, Babylon by Pat Frank

Alas, Babylon

byPat Frank

Paperback | July 5, 2005

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"Alas, Babylon." Those fateful words heralded the end. When a nuclear holocaust ravages the United States, a thousand years of civilization are stripped away overnight, and tens of millions of people are killed instantly. But for one small town in Florida, miraculously spared, the struggle is just beginning, as men and women of all backgrounds join together to confront the darkness.

"Pat Frank" was the lifelong nickname adopted by the American writer, newspaperman, and government consultant, who was born Harry Hart Frank (1908-1964), and who is remembered today almost exclusively for his post-apocalyptic novel Alas, Babylon. Before the publication of his first novel Mr. Adam launched his second career as novelist ...
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Title:Alas, BabylonFormat:PaperbackDimensions:352 pages, 8 × 5.31 × 0.79 inPublished:July 5, 2005Publisher:HarperCollinsLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0060741872

ISBN - 13:9780060741877

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from Interesting It's a great meditation on the nuclear fears of the 50s. Although I thought some of it was a little heavy handed and I found the ending a bit...absurd isn't quite the right word...very...American I'll say. It's an interesting read over all.
Date published: 2017-07-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Good book Great story of survival. Character development beyond compare. I would recommend it to anyone interested in the thinking of the late 50's and early 60's.
Date published: 2015-04-18
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Alas, Babylon Many post-apocalypse novels have been written, but this was the first - and it is a challenging act to follow.
Date published: 2014-01-19

Editorial Reviews

"Frank is successful enough in making us believe it could indeed happen here to send a small, fearful chill along our backbone." (Saturday Review)