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Throwback
Another GNS disaster novel finds much of the populace of the western world reverting to primitivism, in body as well as mind...the product of some form of biological warfare caused by USA? Russia? Iraq? The CIA? Jackie Quinn has grown hair and muscle and reverted to savagery, whilst her husband Jon and his mistress Sylvia, safe from the biological agents in the nuclear shelter on the Quinn's organic farm, haven't. Whilst Jackie fights the reversion and regains some semblance of humanity, Jon and Sylvia are fighting to stay alive amidst the chaos that the country has become.
- GenresHorror
256 pages, Paperback
First published June 3, 1985
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About the author
Guy N. Smith
175 books298 followersI was born on November 21, 1939, in the small village of Hopwas, near Tamworth, Staffordshire, England. My mother was a pre-war historical novelist (E. M. Weale) and she always encouraged me to write.
I was first published at the age of 12 in The Tettenhall Observer, a local weekly newspaper. Between 1952-57 I wrote 56 stories for them, many serialized. In 1990 I collated these into a book entitled Fifty Tales from the Fifties.
My father was a dedicated bank manager and I was destined for banking from birth. I accepted it but never found it very interesting. During the early years when I was working in Birmingham, I spent most of my lunch hours in the Birmingham gun quarter. I would have loved to have served an apprenticeship in the gun trade but my father would not hear of it.
Shooting (hunting) was my first love, and all my spare time was spent in this way. In 1961 I designed and made a 12-bore shotgun, intending to follow it up with six more, but I did not have the money to do this. I still use the Guy N. Smith short-barrelled magnum. During 1960-67 I operated a small shotgun cartridge loading business but this finished when my components suppliers closed down and I could no longer obtain components at competitive prices.
My writing in those days only concerned shooting. I wrote regularly for most of the sporting magazines, interspersed with fiction for such magazines as the legendary London Mystery Selection, a quarterly anthology for which I contributed 18 stories between 1972-82.
In 1972 I launched my second hand bookselling business which eventually became Black Hill Books. Originally my intention was to concentrate on this and maybe build it up to a full-time business which would enable me to leave banking. Although we still have this business, writing came along and this proved to be the vehicle which gave me my freedom.
I wrote a horror novel for the New English Library in 1974 entitled Werewolf by Moonlight. This was followed by a couple more, but it was Night of the Crabs in 1976 which really launched me as a writer. It was a bestseller, spawning five sequels, and was followed by another 60 or so horror novels through to the mid-1990's. Amicus bought the film rights to Crabs in 1976 and this gave me the chance to leave banking and by my own place, including my shoot, on the Black Hill.
The Guy N. Smith Fan Club was formed in 1990 and still has an active membership. We hold a convention every year at my home which is always well attended.
Around this time I became Poland's best-selling author. Phantom Press published two GNS books each month, mostly with print runs of around 100,000.
I have written much, much more than just horror; crime and mystery (as Gavin Newman), and children's animal novels (as Jonathan Guy). I have written a dozen or so shooting and countryside books, a book on Writing Horror Fiction (A. & C. Black). In 1997 my first full length western novel, The Pony Riders was published by Pinnacle in the States.
With 100-plus books to my credit, I was looking for new challenges. In 1999 I formed my own publishing company and began to publish my own books. They did rather well and gave me a lot of satisfaction. We plan to publish one or two every year.
Still regretting that I had not served an apprenticeship in the gun trade, the best job of my life dropped into my lap in 1999 when I was offered the post of Gun Editor of The Countryman's Weekly, a weekly magazine which covers all field sports. This entails my writing five illustrated feature articles a week on guns, cartridges, deer stalking, big game hunting etc.
Alongside this we have expanded our mail order second hand crime fiction business, still publish a few books, and I find as much time as possible for shooting.
Jean, my wife, helps with the business. Our four children, Rowan, Tara, Gavin and Angus have all moved away from home but they visit on a regular basis.
I would not want to live anywhere other than m
I was first published at the age of 12 in The Tettenhall Observer, a local weekly newspaper. Between 1952-57 I wrote 56 stories for them, many serialized. In 1990 I collated these into a book entitled Fifty Tales from the Fifties.
My father was a dedicated bank manager and I was destined for banking from birth. I accepted it but never found it very interesting. During the early years when I was working in Birmingham, I spent most of my lunch hours in the Birmingham gun quarter. I would have loved to have served an apprenticeship in the gun trade but my father would not hear of it.
Shooting (hunting) was my first love, and all my spare time was spent in this way. In 1961 I designed and made a 12-bore shotgun, intending to follow it up with six more, but I did not have the money to do this. I still use the Guy N. Smith short-barrelled magnum. During 1960-67 I operated a small shotgun cartridge loading business but this finished when my components suppliers closed down and I could no longer obtain components at competitive prices.
My writing in those days only concerned shooting. I wrote regularly for most of the sporting magazines, interspersed with fiction for such magazines as the legendary London Mystery Selection, a quarterly anthology for which I contributed 18 stories between 1972-82.
In 1972 I launched my second hand bookselling business which eventually became Black Hill Books. Originally my intention was to concentrate on this and maybe build it up to a full-time business which would enable me to leave banking. Although we still have this business, writing came along and this proved to be the vehicle which gave me my freedom.
I wrote a horror novel for the New English Library in 1974 entitled Werewolf by Moonlight. This was followed by a couple more, but it was Night of the Crabs in 1976 which really launched me as a writer. It was a bestseller, spawning five sequels, and was followed by another 60 or so horror novels through to the mid-1990's. Amicus bought the film rights to Crabs in 1976 and this gave me the chance to leave banking and by my own place, including my shoot, on the Black Hill.
The Guy N. Smith Fan Club was formed in 1990 and still has an active membership. We hold a convention every year at my home which is always well attended.
Around this time I became Poland's best-selling author. Phantom Press published two GNS books each month, mostly with print runs of around 100,000.
I have written much, much more than just horror; crime and mystery (as Gavin Newman), and children's animal novels (as Jonathan Guy). I have written a dozen or so shooting and countryside books, a book on Writing Horror Fiction (A. & C. Black). In 1997 my first full length western novel, The Pony Riders was published by Pinnacle in the States.
With 100-plus books to my credit, I was looking for new challenges. In 1999 I formed my own publishing company and began to publish my own books. They did rather well and gave me a lot of satisfaction. We plan to publish one or two every year.
Still regretting that I had not served an apprenticeship in the gun trade, the best job of my life dropped into my lap in 1999 when I was offered the post of Gun Editor of The Countryman's Weekly, a weekly magazine which covers all field sports. This entails my writing five illustrated feature articles a week on guns, cartridges, deer stalking, big game hunting etc.
Alongside this we have expanded our mail order second hand crime fiction business, still publish a few books, and I find as much time as possible for shooting.
Jean, my wife, helps with the business. Our four children, Rowan, Tara, Gavin and Angus have all moved away from home but they visit on a regular basis.
I would not want to live anywhere other than m
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May 25, 2020
One of the better Guy books I've read in awhile. This one was more brutal and bloody than others that I have read from the author. This starts out very well. People in the city are reverting to a sort of neanderthal type man. Food, sex, violence and survival are all they seem to crave. Some people out in the country side are spared. They must find a way to stay alive while the Throwbacks are out on the hunt.
The reason I gave this only three stars was because, although there is bloody action, this sort of turns out to be big on romance. Yep, a few humans want and crave The Throwbacks and vice versa. Since The Throwbacks were once human and turned into a primal man sort of state, I wouldn't say Guy crossed the line, too much. Still the Throwbacks are more animal than man so you can decide.
The reason I gave this only three stars was because, although there is bloody action, this sort of turns out to be big on romance. Yep, a few humans want and crave The Throwbacks and vice versa. Since The Throwbacks were once human and turned into a primal man sort of state, I wouldn't say Guy crossed the line, too much. Still the Throwbacks are more animal than man so you can decide.
September 20, 2024
I only had fleeting memories of 'Throwback' from when I first read it, probably in the late eighties when I was buying a lot of Guy's books new at W. H. Smith's, back when horror was a commodity of value in a high street newsagent. What I remember was something akin to 'Thirst', in which some widespread disaster hits the country, devolving the population into primitive beings, and the few human survivors struggling to stay alive as they wandered a post-apocalyptic Britain in search of whatever. Well, the disaster does indeed happen roughly like that, but every other memory I had of this book is bogus. Clearly, my memory sucks.
Guy wrote a handful of disaster novels that sprang out of the omnipresent fears of the seventies: nuclear armageddon, ecological disaster and the dangerous dabbling of scientists. However, they were mostly past at this point, titles like 'Bats Out of Hell', 'Locusts' and 'Thirst' all published by 1980, the end of that decade. Maybe 'Warhead' could be lumped in with those too, but it doesn't fit with them the way that this one does. That said, 'Throwback' doesn't have the same tone of defeat, hope being a pivotal emotion and, of all things, the abiding power of love.
The source of the disaster here is only ever guessed at, but it seems to be some sort of biological weapon that's been unleashed across North America and Europe. The Russians are blamed, but I don't believe anyone ever finds proof. Certainly, they don't breeze into the countries that they've devolved into savagery and so can offer scant resistance. It's always possible that it hit them too. This is something of a copout, but it's not a new copout, being precisely the same one that comes up when talking about the origin of the giant mutated crabs in five novels thus far. Even in a book called 'The Origin of the Crabs', we only get the same guess that it was unsanctioned underwater nuclear tests that the Russians were doing that prompted the mutations, never confirmation.
Wherever it came from, this biological weapon arrived and it took quick effect. We see it first in a town center, namely Shrewsbury, where Jackie Quinn is shopping. She reverts to a primitive state, physically and mentally, as if she'd been thrown back to the Stone Age. Neatly, it isn't a consistent process. She fights it, eventually losing, of course, but keeping enough of herself for long enough to set out for her home in the hills. Everyone around her devolves too and suddenly Shrewsbury is a haven for rape, murder and other primitive urges.
Her estranged husband Jon survives, because he was home and the nuclear shelter on their rural smallholding had good enough filters, but there's a deep irony in the fact that he's there with his mistress, Sylvia Atkinson, who's fine as a piece on the side, but not a particularly useful roommate when the apocalypse drops on them. Jackie, on the other hand, is even more capable than he is at doing all the things that are suddenly fundamental skills. In its way, this horror disaster novel with gouts of gore is, at heart, a romance. It doesn't end quite as simply as this estranged couple being happily reunited through an apocalypse, but it's not far away from that. 'Throwback' has a highly unusual happy ending.
There aren't a lot of primary characters, because Smith focuses in on a few relationships here, the plan being to isolate them in their own pocket of survival but gradually bringing them together as needed. Jon Quinn and Sylvia Atkinson have his smallholding. Eric Atkinson, Sylvia's husband, has his bit on the side, Marlene, but they devolve and he quickly leaves in search of his wife. They're a strange couple who feel like a throwback not to earlier Guy N. Smith novels but to the porn digests he wrote very early on in his career. There's also Jackie Quinn, of course, who's always heading for home, via a throwback leader going by Kuz, a survivor called Phil Winder whom she helps escape and eventually journalist Rod Savage, whose part has serious potential but ends up pointless.
There are other characters, but they don't really matter and feel a little out of place. For instance, there are occasional scenes set in the government bunker in Hertfordshire, with the most obvious character there a sadistic scientist called Prof. Reitzke, who's reminiscent of the amoral scientists in a very different underground bunker in 'Warhead'. There are reasons for these scenes to be in the book, but they don't become apparent until late on and even then feel disconnected. One note to make here is that there are a couple of brief cameos in this bunker from Prof. Brian Newman, a character we've met before because he was the lead in 'Bats Out of Hell'. He isn't here.
Guy's earlier disaster novels were depressing warnings about how pearshaped everything can get, but the underlying theme here seems to be a message that we should be thankful for what we've got because we may not have it much longer. There's not much of a distinction there, but there's a hope that we can find it again. It's there in the big picture, of course, the vast majority of people losing everything they had, but it's especially there in the small pictures, because these primary characters are all in tortuous broken relationships and really shouldn't be.
Jon can't figure out how his marriage to Jackie fell apart because there wasn't a particular cause, but it did and they didn't do enough to save it. However, when the apocalypse comes, he finds that he wants his wife back and his yearning is all the more obvious because he can't help but compare her to the mistress he's stuck with. Meanwhile, Sylvia yearns more and more for her own husband, Eric, who she somehow knows is still out there and eventually, of course, arrives in devolved state. They have what we might call an open relationship today, but back in 1985, they were merely kinky, what with Sylvia screwing a friend upstairs while Eric waits downstairs for his turn, wife swapping and abundant cheating that both know is going on and are secretly excited by. He doesn't care for Marlene any more than Sylvia cares for Jon, so they ache for each other just as Jon and Jackie do.
Focusing on all this helps Guy avoid actually explaining things, which in turn means that what feel like plot inconsistencies don't matter that much. For instance, everyone devolves horribly into the sort of Stone Age stereotype that isn't quite as inhuman as the creatures on the covers of the two editions published. However, the women don't seem to devolve quite so far and it's weird to hear Phil Winder actually call Jac, in her devolved state, beautiful. Also, the survivors make it through the disaster for reasons akin to the survivors in 'The Day of the Triffids', like most of them being underground when it happens. That makes sense, but it's not quite consistent. But hey, maybe it's just quirks of the wind. If we don't have a solid explanation, we can't poke holes in it.
Given that I didn't remember this one particularly fondly, I liked it more than I expected to. It's not an essential Guy N. Smith title, especially with a handful of books following in its wake that I have far more fond memories of, like 'The Wood', 'Abomination' and 'Cannibals'. It's still enjoyable and interesting, though, being in its own way a throwback to surprising points in Guy's bibliography. It could be said that the Sylvia and Eric's relationship hearkens back to things like 'Sexy Secrets of Swinging Wives, Part 1: The Partner Swappers', otherwise firmly buried in the past, and the Quinn smallholding features details only covered that deeply in non fiction titles like 'Practical Country Living'.
Next month, one of the titles I've been looking forward to rekindling my acquaintanceship with for a while, Guy's other title for 1985, 'The Wood'.
Originally posted at the Nameless Zine in June 2024:
https://www.thenamelesszine.org/Voice...
Index of all my Nameless Zine reviews:
https://books.apocalypselaterempire.com/
Guy wrote a handful of disaster novels that sprang out of the omnipresent fears of the seventies: nuclear armageddon, ecological disaster and the dangerous dabbling of scientists. However, they were mostly past at this point, titles like 'Bats Out of Hell', 'Locusts' and 'Thirst' all published by 1980, the end of that decade. Maybe 'Warhead' could be lumped in with those too, but it doesn't fit with them the way that this one does. That said, 'Throwback' doesn't have the same tone of defeat, hope being a pivotal emotion and, of all things, the abiding power of love.
The source of the disaster here is only ever guessed at, but it seems to be some sort of biological weapon that's been unleashed across North America and Europe. The Russians are blamed, but I don't believe anyone ever finds proof. Certainly, they don't breeze into the countries that they've devolved into savagery and so can offer scant resistance. It's always possible that it hit them too. This is something of a copout, but it's not a new copout, being precisely the same one that comes up when talking about the origin of the giant mutated crabs in five novels thus far. Even in a book called 'The Origin of the Crabs', we only get the same guess that it was unsanctioned underwater nuclear tests that the Russians were doing that prompted the mutations, never confirmation.
Wherever it came from, this biological weapon arrived and it took quick effect. We see it first in a town center, namely Shrewsbury, where Jackie Quinn is shopping. She reverts to a primitive state, physically and mentally, as if she'd been thrown back to the Stone Age. Neatly, it isn't a consistent process. She fights it, eventually losing, of course, but keeping enough of herself for long enough to set out for her home in the hills. Everyone around her devolves too and suddenly Shrewsbury is a haven for rape, murder and other primitive urges.
Her estranged husband Jon survives, because he was home and the nuclear shelter on their rural smallholding had good enough filters, but there's a deep irony in the fact that he's there with his mistress, Sylvia Atkinson, who's fine as a piece on the side, but not a particularly useful roommate when the apocalypse drops on them. Jackie, on the other hand, is even more capable than he is at doing all the things that are suddenly fundamental skills. In its way, this horror disaster novel with gouts of gore is, at heart, a romance. It doesn't end quite as simply as this estranged couple being happily reunited through an apocalypse, but it's not far away from that. 'Throwback' has a highly unusual happy ending.
There aren't a lot of primary characters, because Smith focuses in on a few relationships here, the plan being to isolate them in their own pocket of survival but gradually bringing them together as needed. Jon Quinn and Sylvia Atkinson have his smallholding. Eric Atkinson, Sylvia's husband, has his bit on the side, Marlene, but they devolve and he quickly leaves in search of his wife. They're a strange couple who feel like a throwback not to earlier Guy N. Smith novels but to the porn digests he wrote very early on in his career. There's also Jackie Quinn, of course, who's always heading for home, via a throwback leader going by Kuz, a survivor called Phil Winder whom she helps escape and eventually journalist Rod Savage, whose part has serious potential but ends up pointless.
There are other characters, but they don't really matter and feel a little out of place. For instance, there are occasional scenes set in the government bunker in Hertfordshire, with the most obvious character there a sadistic scientist called Prof. Reitzke, who's reminiscent of the amoral scientists in a very different underground bunker in 'Warhead'. There are reasons for these scenes to be in the book, but they don't become apparent until late on and even then feel disconnected. One note to make here is that there are a couple of brief cameos in this bunker from Prof. Brian Newman, a character we've met before because he was the lead in 'Bats Out of Hell'. He isn't here.
Guy's earlier disaster novels were depressing warnings about how pearshaped everything can get, but the underlying theme here seems to be a message that we should be thankful for what we've got because we may not have it much longer. There's not much of a distinction there, but there's a hope that we can find it again. It's there in the big picture, of course, the vast majority of people losing everything they had, but it's especially there in the small pictures, because these primary characters are all in tortuous broken relationships and really shouldn't be.
Jon can't figure out how his marriage to Jackie fell apart because there wasn't a particular cause, but it did and they didn't do enough to save it. However, when the apocalypse comes, he finds that he wants his wife back and his yearning is all the more obvious because he can't help but compare her to the mistress he's stuck with. Meanwhile, Sylvia yearns more and more for her own husband, Eric, who she somehow knows is still out there and eventually, of course, arrives in devolved state. They have what we might call an open relationship today, but back in 1985, they were merely kinky, what with Sylvia screwing a friend upstairs while Eric waits downstairs for his turn, wife swapping and abundant cheating that both know is going on and are secretly excited by. He doesn't care for Marlene any more than Sylvia cares for Jon, so they ache for each other just as Jon and Jackie do.
Focusing on all this helps Guy avoid actually explaining things, which in turn means that what feel like plot inconsistencies don't matter that much. For instance, everyone devolves horribly into the sort of Stone Age stereotype that isn't quite as inhuman as the creatures on the covers of the two editions published. However, the women don't seem to devolve quite so far and it's weird to hear Phil Winder actually call Jac, in her devolved state, beautiful. Also, the survivors make it through the disaster for reasons akin to the survivors in 'The Day of the Triffids', like most of them being underground when it happens. That makes sense, but it's not quite consistent. But hey, maybe it's just quirks of the wind. If we don't have a solid explanation, we can't poke holes in it.
Given that I didn't remember this one particularly fondly, I liked it more than I expected to. It's not an essential Guy N. Smith title, especially with a handful of books following in its wake that I have far more fond memories of, like 'The Wood', 'Abomination' and 'Cannibals'. It's still enjoyable and interesting, though, being in its own way a throwback to surprising points in Guy's bibliography. It could be said that the Sylvia and Eric's relationship hearkens back to things like 'Sexy Secrets of Swinging Wives, Part 1: The Partner Swappers', otherwise firmly buried in the past, and the Quinn smallholding features details only covered that deeply in non fiction titles like 'Practical Country Living'.
Next month, one of the titles I've been looking forward to rekindling my acquaintanceship with for a while, Guy's other title for 1985, 'The Wood'.
Originally posted at the Nameless Zine in June 2024:
https://www.thenamelesszine.org/Voice...
Index of all my Nameless Zine reviews:
https://books.apocalypselaterempire.com/
February 23, 2017
Moving on from the small-scale antics of his "crabs" books, Guy N. Smith here tackles a global-scale story of germ warfare turning mankind back to the level of the primitive. Despite the surrounding story, much of the book follows the adventures and exploits of a handful of characters, some of whom are set up only to be killed and thrown out when their usefulness is over, others who survive against all odds, and still more who are just set up as fodder for the killers.
THROWBACK isn't a perfect book by any means. The thriller style of the story goes at odds with the graphic gore and carnage that Smith routinely inserts into his tale - it would have worked better without this needless slaughter which is often repulsive and hardly can be classified as entertaining. Still, the leading characters make for interesting heroes and Smith has fun in developing his primitives and their methods of thinking. The ending is a good one too and not so cynically downbeat as his others. Hardly great but somehow very readable.
THROWBACK isn't a perfect book by any means. The thriller style of the story goes at odds with the graphic gore and carnage that Smith routinely inserts into his tale - it would have worked better without this needless slaughter which is often repulsive and hardly can be classified as entertaining. Still, the leading characters make for interesting heroes and Smith has fun in developing his primitives and their methods of thinking. The ending is a good one too and not so cynically downbeat as his others. Hardly great but somehow very readable.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
June 8, 2011
I am deleting my previous reveiw, and replacing it with this one.
This book was fun, sort of, but also very stupid. It took me a long time to finish, because I had a really hard time getting into it. THat said, I at no point wanted to throw it out a window or tear it apart or set it on fire, so that is worth at least one star.
There was an abundance of gore, and rivers of blood,so there is another star.
There were WAY TOO MANY CHARACTERS, and it was hard to care about even half of them. So, Sorry, Mr. Smith, but that's gonna cost you a star right there.
There was also some confusion as to how far along these people had de-evolved (which is what the book is about: people suddenly revert back to a primitive state for no apparent reason. I thought it was about an army of murderous Bigfoots), and some of them seem to have gone so far back as to be more primate than man, while others can talk and reason and are even described by regular folk as "beautiful". There goes another star.
But, in all, I wasn't expecting much, and got it, plus a little. So, what the hell, one more star for good measure.
That leaves us with three, which I think is pretty good.
That's it!
Final reveiw: "This Book was Pretty Good."
This book was fun, sort of, but also very stupid. It took me a long time to finish, because I had a really hard time getting into it. THat said, I at no point wanted to throw it out a window or tear it apart or set it on fire, so that is worth at least one star.
There was an abundance of gore, and rivers of blood,so there is another star.
There were WAY TOO MANY CHARACTERS, and it was hard to care about even half of them. So, Sorry, Mr. Smith, but that's gonna cost you a star right there.
There was also some confusion as to how far along these people had de-evolved (which is what the book is about: people suddenly revert back to a primitive state for no apparent reason. I thought it was about an army of murderous Bigfoots), and some of them seem to have gone so far back as to be more primate than man, while others can talk and reason and are even described by regular folk as "beautiful". There goes another star.
But, in all, I wasn't expecting much, and got it, plus a little. So, what the hell, one more star for good measure.
That leaves us with three, which I think is pretty good.
That's it!
Final reveiw: "This Book was Pretty Good."
September 1, 2019
I returned to Guy N Smith as I needed to relax something less demanding on my mind. Thankfully September is almost here and everything will go back to normal at work, plus I will not be so physically tired.
Throwback was an unusual book, a combination of Planet of the Apes with Crazies. A end of the world story, in which an unidentified enemy sets of a chemical, which makes Humans revert to our primate instincts.
Guy N Smith sticks his usual tropes of hunting, sex and violence. Yet there is a interesting aspect to the book. Civilization vs Savagery, maybe not explored like Conrads Heart of Darkness, but made the novel slightly more thoughtful then the Crab series.
You follow a group of peoples life following the Throwback Plague and some are most unlikable. Very much a 80s books dotted with very sexist and slightly racist overtones. The plague is hinted as coming from a Eastern country. But its the handling of the collapse of society that makes this book so good. Guy N Smith created some genuine scary moments. So I would recommend this book if you like pulp 80s horror.
Throwback was an unusual book, a combination of Planet of the Apes with Crazies. A end of the world story, in which an unidentified enemy sets of a chemical, which makes Humans revert to our primate instincts.
Guy N Smith sticks his usual tropes of hunting, sex and violence. Yet there is a interesting aspect to the book. Civilization vs Savagery, maybe not explored like Conrads Heart of Darkness, but made the novel slightly more thoughtful then the Crab series.
You follow a group of peoples life following the Throwback Plague and some are most unlikable. Very much a 80s books dotted with very sexist and slightly racist overtones. The plague is hinted as coming from a Eastern country. But its the handling of the collapse of society that makes this book so good. Guy N Smith created some genuine scary moments. So I would recommend this book if you like pulp 80s horror.
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August 7, 2019Recording the fact that I read this book most likely either in the late 1970s or early 1980s
April 27, 2017
I read every Guy N Smith book I could get my hands on when I was in my middle teens, I still have most of them too! But even though I haven't read this in about 20 years it still remains my favourite one of his books.
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