This one is an oldie, but a goodie, a truly chilling variation on the wellwork apolcalyptic theme. I suspect the early Cold War (the book was written in 1951) permeates the text with the not unjustified paranoia. There is no real climax, no real resolution of the problems concommitant with the existence of giant sentient plant forms capable of disabling and killing humans once nearly all the human race has been blinded by a freak meteor shower. There is the cliche of a warning to scientists tampering with nature - we aren't really good at taking heed of those warnings are they? - and, at the end, a warning that fascism is not the answer to creating order out of chaos, even if it is in the ruins of a civilisation where nearly everyone is helpless. (I don't think the Britons of 1951 needed too much warning about the evil potential of fascism either.)
Rating 8 out of 10.
Rating 8 out of 10.