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The Covid novels are arriving. And they'll be a warning to future generations | Laura Spinney

We remember the horrors of the first world war but not the 1918 Spanish flu, which was mostly ignored by literature
‘It can be argued that the 1918 flu found its way into the literature of the 1920s in a certain anxiety and melancholy that infuse the writing of the time.’ People seek help in San Francisco, California, 1918. Photograph: Hamilton Henry Dobbin/California State Library/EPA

The first coronavirus novel from a major British writer has just been published. Summer, the last book in Scottish writer Ali Smith’s seasonal quartet, is infused with the pandemic we are living through. That it has appeared now is a tribute to the agility of both author and publisher, whose goal was to produce literature in as close to real time as possible. Does it herald a coming wave of pandemic fiction?

Granted, many people picking up a novel this summer might hope to escape into a fictional world where germs don’t steal all the headlines. But escapists are spoilt for choice. Literary fiction that explores contagion is thin on

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