This was another book recommended by the Manchester Post Apocalyptic Book Club. The last recommendation was Mortal Engines (read about it here, and its sequels here and here), which was a fantastic series of books.
Meat was altogether darker, a full on horror novel, with a horrendous twist very early on, where the cattle are not what they seem. We never find out what happened in the future to make this small town what it has become, or if there are any other towns left in the world. What this book does include is the idea of mad cow disease taken to its nth degree.
The hero in the book works in the slaughter house and starts communicating with the cattle, and decides that maybe he would be better off not eating the meat. Arguments and rivalries abound between the meat barons and the religious powers. In the middle is Richard Shanti and a few enlightened others.
Unfortunately one part of the book ruined the whole thing for me. Pseudo science at its worst. Our hero obtains nourishment from the sun. It isn’t explained how this works. It’s just left there. There could be numerous reasons why this occurs. The sun in the future has different properties to our sun because of the apocalypse. I don’t need the science to be absolutely accurate, as in a Artemis by Andy Weir (read about it here), but something, anything, would be better than what was dumped on the pages. It is a shame, because apart from the pseudo section I really enjoyed this book as it was different, inventive and fairly horrific.
Anyway, my signed copy which I bought from Amazon will go to the local My Little Library (read about it here) round the corner in the morning.