In hindsight, reading a book about the aftermath of the zombie apocalypse was a terrible idea for someone confined to bed with a chest infection and (and this is crucial to my reaction to the book) a very high fever. In my delirium I felt the need to triple check the locks on all the doors and windows, and spent most of last night planning my escape from the inevitable zombie hoards.
Described as 'A Zombie Novel with Brains', this is a slightly more literary take on the genre than usual. The main character we know only by the pseudonym Mark Spitz, and we follow him over the course of three days of the attempted reconstruction after the outbreak of the zombie plague.
After several years of anarchy a government of a sort has been reestablished and a project has been undertaken to clear out and make habitable a part of Manhattan - the Zone One of the title. The initial slash and burn has been carried out by marines, and the follow up is being handled by organised teams of civilians who methodically sweep the city looking for 'skels' (your traditional zombie) and 'stragglers' (infected individuals who for whatever reason have not turned into ravenous monsters, but who seem stuck in time. They are generally found just standing motionless in rooms and hideyholes around the city, and do not attack or even react to people). Mark Spitz is a member of one of these teams, and over the course of the book we follow his work clearing out the remaining zombies from the buildings, and learn about his life up until then through a series of flashbacks woven into the story.
The fact that this is very well written made it considerably scarier to me than most of the other zombie narratives I've read or watched. OK, so Dawn of the Dead might be more immediate, but Zone One is more existential. The fear grows on you. In particular I found the idea of the stragglers incredibly creepy. Mark spends a lot of time pondering why they've ended up where they are. There is obviously something about the particular sports they return to that draws them in, and they then stand there, motionless, until they gradually rot away. For some reason it is Mark's attempts to understand the infected that really gave me the willies. What if they're conscious in there, and aware but unable to control their behaviour? What if they really are just mindless drones driven by impulse? Which is worse? The funny thing is, the idea of coming is somehow worse than the idea of being attacked by something that's trying to kill you, because when something's trying to eat your face, it is at least a bit more understandable than the silent, slowly dying mannequins.
Described as 'A Zombie Novel with Brains', this is a slightly more literary take on the genre than usual. The main character we know only by the pseudonym Mark Spitz, and we follow him over the course of three days of the attempted reconstruction after the outbreak of the zombie plague.
After several years of anarchy a government of a sort has been reestablished and a project has been undertaken to clear out and make habitable a part of Manhattan - the Zone One of the title. The initial slash and burn has been carried out by marines, and the follow up is being handled by organised teams of civilians who methodically sweep the city looking for 'skels' (your traditional zombie) and 'stragglers' (infected individuals who for whatever reason have not turned into ravenous monsters, but who seem stuck in time. They are generally found just standing motionless in rooms and hideyholes around the city, and do not attack or even react to people). Mark Spitz is a member of one of these teams, and over the course of the book we follow his work clearing out the remaining zombies from the buildings, and learn about his life up until then through a series of flashbacks woven into the story.
The fact that this is very well written made it considerably scarier to me than most of the other zombie narratives I've read or watched. OK, so Dawn of the Dead might be more immediate, but Zone One is more existential. The fear grows on you. In particular I found the idea of the stragglers incredibly creepy. Mark spends a lot of time pondering why they've ended up where they are. There is obviously something about the particular sports they return to that draws them in, and they then stand there, motionless, until they gradually rot away. For some reason it is Mark's attempts to understand the infected that really gave me the willies. What if they're conscious in there, and aware but unable to control their behaviour? What if they really are just mindless drones driven by impulse? Which is worse? The funny thing is, the idea of coming is somehow worse than the idea of being attacked by something that's trying to kill you, because when something's trying to eat your face, it is at least a bit more understandable than the silent, slowly dying mannequins.
Having said all that, it's quite funny as well, in a morbid sort of way. Mark is something of a philosopher with a cynical streak and a talent for observation. I particularly liked the way he imagines what other people are seeing when they take down the monsters. The preppy white girl sees the welfare cheats, the overweight, the poor who don't try to make better lives for themselves. The trailer trash loud mouth sees them as the teachers who picked on him, the employers who wouldn't give him a chance, everyone who ever held him down. As always with zombie stories, the zombies themselves are just a metaphor of the things we're afraid of (whether that's death, illness, or having our entrails torn out by crazed monsters).
Very unsettling, darkly funny and a much better thought out and executed look at the zombie narrative than the usual. Highly recommended for those not suffering from mind-altering illnesses.
I also highly recommend this article by Simon Pegg on what it is about zombie stories that pushes our buttons so successfully.
I also highly recommend this article by Simon Pegg on what it is about zombie stories that pushes our buttons so successfully.
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