How can you write a Zombie Apocalypse that reads so dull?
I found this book at the library and thought I would give it a try even though it is the fifth in a series, and I had not read the previous four. What the hell, it’s a zombie book, I’m sure I can get up to speed fairly quickly.
There are plenty of characters here, but none of them are well differentiated; after a while the names blur into an amorphous blob of similarity, and you struggle to care about any of the individuals. It’s a shame really because Moody writes well. It’s just that he has no sense of suspense, which is a problem if you are going to write a thriller. This is more of an ‘introspective character’ piece, in which all the characters are real bores. It reads like a transcript from a series of 'Big Brother'.
One of his previous books I read- also in the Zombie genre, but not this series- was really good. ‘Dog Blood’, in which we saw things from the zombie point of view, or Moody’s version of zombies anyway. I so liked that book that I read its sequel, which is reviewed here somewhere. The sequel was a stinker. It had all the problems that this present one has: no real suspense, no thrills.
So the gang of survivors migrate to a castle to make a stand. And there they sit and survey the scene and ponder, have arguments, dig ineffectual wells, study law (no kidding), but nothing of any note happens. Speculative passages repeat themselves with such frequency even the characters get bored: ‘Bloody hell, how many times do we have to have this conversation?’ (p100). The conversation in case is that post apocalypse perennial: whether to carry on lifting food from the shops or to put in action some medieval agricultural program.
Most of the time, most of the characters sit around, moaning about whether it is worth carrying on at all. What have they got to live for? Well, quite. Jackson, the leader, continuously worries that his people are brooding because they have nothing to do. Yes, that’s the whole point Author; you are supposed to give you characters something to do! I really didn’t want to see them emptying chemical toilets unless that action precipitates a problem, insurmountable in that moment, to the character. There is far too much aimlessness, the sort of aimlessness that I fear betokens the pantser novelist. I’m not sure how this book was written, but, if I had to guess, I would bet that the author had no real plan or outline before he began.
Compare this to any of the superb offerings from my favourite Zombie author Adam Baker. His characters hardly ever ponder to no avail. There is always shit hitting fans- the runniest, most unsavoury species of shit colliding at the highest velocities with the largest, fastest most despicably shit dispersing fan- there is always life and death and the knife-edge between, upon which he pitches his poor protagonists. None of the characters he introduces are ciphers; they all have an agenda, and they are always hard at it.
Part of Moody’s problem perhaps is that he has spread his canvas too large; there are too many characters, and one cannot tell them apart with any ease. This may in part be due to me not having read the previous offerings into which they were presumably introduced.
Anyway, I gave up halfway through; I realised that it wasn’t going to improve. I just wasn’t excited. And that, in a book about the Zombie Apocalypse, is inexcusable.