Okay, Hugh Howey knows how to write.
Before I say anything else… what the hell is wrong with him? Why name this ‘Wool’? It has nothing to do with textiles, and that’s stupid. I’m calling it SILO henceforth.
Now that that’s settled: I read the entire SILO series — all three omnibuses — and I have to say that I’m impressed.
The writing is great, the story is concise, and the character development is amazing. The story describes a dystopia, and yet it feels so full of life. It was odd, and I was so engaged with my reading throughout this, that I once dreamt of that world. It was a crappy dream bordering on nightmare, but Howey’s writing had me there nevertheless, and it drove the point home: what I was reading was affecting me deeply.
Now, this world Howey is describing revolves around people living and dying inside of an underground silo, a self-sustaining contained world in and out of itself.
If you’re an old-school gamer like myself. You’ll instantly be reminded of the Fallout series. I’m not talking Fallout 3 or New Vegas or whatever they’re playing these days. I’m talking origins, I’m talking Fallout 1 and 2. Don’t be offended if you like the new Fallouts, I’ll explain.