Procurando por histórias em que homens e mulheres se desviam para mundos diferentes

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Assim, a premissa dessa história é que (em nosso mundo) um marido acorda em sua cama uma manhã para encontrar o feto de seu feto filho ao lado dele na cama. Parece que todos os homens do mundo foram deixados para trás, todas as mulheres desapareceram. O romance (ou pelo menos a história da novela) segue o progresso do mundo enquanto tenta controlar as coisas; existem várias guerras nucleares, etc. Eventualmente, o contato é feito com as mulheres terrestres paralelas que foram enviadas. Parece que, em vez do pesadelo pós-atômico, os homens-hélices transformaram seu mundo no mundo das mulheres é irênico e utópico.

Qualquer ajuda seria muito apreciada!

    
por Myles Lobdell 14.12.2017 / 21:49

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O Desaparecimento , um romance de 1951 de Philip Wylie . Sinopse da Wikipedia:

The Disappearance (1951) – An unexplained cosmic "blink" splits humanity along gender lines into two divergent timelines: from the men's perspective, all the women disappear and from the women's, all men vanish. The novel explores issues of gender role and sexual identity. It depicts an empowered condition for liberated women and a dystopia of an all male world. Wylie's setting allows him to investigate the role of homosexuality in situations where no gender alternative exists.

Então, a premissa dessa história é que (em nosso mundo) um marido acorda em sua cama uma manhã para encontrar o feto de seu feto filho ao lado dele na cama.

Logicamente, isso deve ter acontecido muitas vezes, mas não consigo encontrar uma cena como essa no livro. No entanto, existe uma cena paralela no mundo das mulheres:

The civilized earth became a shambles of wrecked motor vehicles.

Trains ran on, in many cases, their locomotives unsupplied with "dead man's" brakes.

Thus the Golden Comet, luxury express, having made its appointed stop at Palm Beach, rushed toward Miami an hour behind schedule. Of a sudden, there were no men aboard it and no little boys playing tiredly in its handsome aisles. There was, even, another sort of palpable loss on the train, as everywhere.

Genevieve McCracken, in the observation car, hurrying home to bear her third child, suddenly found the mound of her abdomen relaxed, caved in, all evidence of pregnancy vanished. She hastily rose, clutching her slipping skirt. In her compartment she disrobed and stared with horror at the slack folds of skin that only minutes before had harbored a viable child, a son, she had hoped. She pressed and kneaded herself with a quivering hand. But the fact could not be denied: her child was gone, and she had not borne it.

O romance (ou pelo menos a história da novela) segue o progresso do mundo, à medida que tenta controlar as coisas;

Seções alternativas do romance contam as histórias do mundo dos homens sem mulheres e o mundo das mulheres sem homens.

aqui estão várias guerras nucleares, etc.

Three days had passed since the "declaration" made by the Soviet government and the beginning of atomic war. In those three days seventeen Russian cities, including Moscow and Leningrad, had been attacked and either partly destroyed or wholly obliterated. Eight manufacturing centers behind the Ural Mountains had been wrecked and left radioactive.

[. . . .]

Oakland and Berkeley had disappeared in the whelming holocaust that had wrapped San Francisco Bay in atomic fire. Chicago was gone, as was San Francisco. The radius of severe devastation at Chicago extended beyond Gary, Indiana, on the east, Joliet on the south, and Aurora to the west. This was the flash that Gaunt had seen in the predawn hours of the sixteenth.

Eventualmente, o contato é feito com as mulheres terrestres paralelas que foram enviadas para.

Os homens e mulheres estão reunidos, enquanto o mundo é redefinido para o instante do "desaparecimento":

Gaunt snapped his fingers: the light lost its blue luminosity. The vast dimensions contracted. He and the boy were no longer dots in a matchstick sailboat on a pale and vacant sea. His eyes took an instant to reaccommodate. [. . .] There, in front of him, was his typewriter and part of a page on which he had evidently been writing. [. . .] He shut his eyes, for an instant utterly appalled; his ears took up the shocked function. A woman was singing. A woman. High notes trilled; it was the "Italian Street Song": Edwinna.

    
14.12.2017 / 22:03