“In the near future, a desperate and ever-more controlling UK government attempts to restore a sense of national pride with a New Festival of Britain. But construction work on the site of an old church in south London releases a centuries-old plague that turns its victims into flesh-hungry ghouls whose bite or scratch passes the contagion – a supernatural virus which has the power to revive the dead – on to others.
‘The Death’ soon sweeps across London and the whole country descends into chaos. When a drastic attempt to eradicate the outbreak at source fails, the plague spreads quickly to mainland Europe and the across the rest of the world.
Told through a series of interconnected eyewitness narratives – text messages, e-mails, blogs, letters, diaries and transcripts – this is an epic story of a world plunged into chaos as the dead battle the living for total domination.”
I picked this book up because of the fact that it was about zombies. Zombies! I love zombies. I just wish I could say the same for this book.
With the rise of zombie popularity, especially in literature, I guess I shouldn’t really expect that all the books coming out would be good. There’s bound to be some clunkers.
Sadly, this is one of them.
Zombie Apocalypse! is a collection of stories from different authors that are supposed to have come from one outbreak. Except, and I find this really annoying, none of them seem to be giving you the same information.
Why have characters that pop up across stories? Why have one setting, one ground zero for the zombie outbreak? Why go to all these trouble if your writers are not going to stick to the same information anyway?
What went on in the editor’s head to think that the discrepancies in the information being divulged wouldn’t go unnoticed?
Sure, the formats in how the stories were told are interesting. And there are some really good stories in this anthology. But for me, almost everything gets drowned out by the fact that the authors seem to have not gotten the same instructions when they were writing their stories.
That, or they didn’t care what the other was doing so long as they got to tell the story they want to tell. Which is a reasoning that I can’t accept. Because, then, what would be the point of this anthology? It’s just a futile exercise after all.