Oh, so much good, so much bad.

I seriously dislike the main character. He's misogynistic, unpleasant, and spends far too much time whining about his dick. Why the hell he doesn't just masturbate I don't fucking know, but then I'm not A Man Alone, And Suffering. Also, for goodness sake, put down the booze and pick up a radio you stupid bastard. Yes, it turns out you may be the only true human left alive, but you don't know that at time of booze and lamentation.

That being said... main character aside there's some really good stuff here. The ending is astonishingly good, just startlingly original. I also love the focus on science - biology and psychology both - it's when Neville is trying to learn and reason that I come closest to tolerating him. And I will always give extra points to an SFF book that manages to tell a story without self-indulging itself into brick status. This is 150 taut pages, and proof positive that unnecessary length is just that.