Memory is a tricky thing.
South of the Circle begins with a plane crash. But the plane crash isn’t what the story is about… or is it?
As the plane flies into nuclear dawn and credits roll, I find myself thinking, “Why?” South of the Circle’s ending shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise. The decision had already been made. I think I blame the faulty memory of the protagonist. Wishing for what might have been… could have been… and in the end, nothing. Blah.