I’ve passed the halfway mark of Connie Willis’ ‘Doomsday Book,’ a 1993 Hugo and Nebula winner, and am struck by how little has happened thus far, in page count the equivalent of a good-sized novel. So far some people have gotten sick and one has gotten better. We have spent an unconscienable amount of time in the sickroom of the one who got well and the waiting room of the hospital holding those who have not. Some revelations that have not yet been revealed are parked on the horizon as plain as day so I fear that the only surprises in store will only be surprising if they don’t happen.
Is it worth my time to continue slogging through this? Is there a payoff that doesn’t involve everybody dying of the Black Death, the 14th century’s equivalent to “and then they were all run over by a truck?” Does Gilchrist suffer a particularly gruesome death, as would be fitting, or does he get made head of History permanently or even president of the University, as would happen in real life?