Nah. I just couldn’t convince myself that this was a passable book. I want to be be thoughtful about my review, but I’m having a tough time giving it that much effort. If I manage it, I may rant, and if I rant there will likely be plot details. Beware.
I liked the idea of the juxtaposed timelines; the original appearance of the plague, and the “current” occurrence in the timeline. I was intrigued by this “current” setting, a near-future that has recently survived a major and devastating medical event.
I couldn’t figure out why I tolerated the old-timey storyline more, at first, but after a bit of thought I realize why this is. There’s not a whole lot of intriguing character arc and development present in the book at all, but the young Jewish doctor’s actually happens, somewhat convincingly, in-story. We see religious persecution first hand, and how it informs his choices. We feel his medical curiosity and see what his devotion to it justifies, in terms of his actions. It fleshes him out enough that I kind of cared about what he was doing, and I got mad when he did something stupid instead of (as with all the other characters) rolling my eyes and muttering “uuuggghh so fugging duuuuuumb!”
The intriguing “current” setting ended up frustrating me to no end because I just couldn’t see the damn point of it. The story would have made more sense in actual real life, honestly, and that just seems a huge waste of time. The gist is that our modern American doctor, Jane, is a survivor of fairly horrific epidemic that killed vast numbers of the North American population, including her husband and children. Apparently the UK fared much better because they enforced strict quarantine protocols (smart, methinks?), and now years later many of these are still maintained as a prophylactic measure. We meet Jane in full hazmat on a commercial flight of like-sterilized travellers. She must go through strict procedures at the airport, and dreads being made to undergo the invasive “body scan”, which she objects to on principle. I object to her objection, given her medical training and knowing that her entire family (like, mom and pops too!) were killed by infectious disease. It’s not even plucky “I’m an American!” resistance, just this sort of “nah, I don’t want to cause, like, privacy” sort of objection, and I can’t make it jive with what she’s been through.
AND ALSO, she’s travelling to Britain to complete a project for her new university degree. Because she’s been “reassigned” a career. Because after a catastrophic medical event, the US has decided that there are just too many damn doctors, and not enough of whatever it is that she’s supposed to become which involves her digging soil samples in another country. Uhhhhh??????? Whut?
Now, once she’s past the airport (unscanned, because apparently your medical condition isn’t worth more than a blood test unless you are staying for more than three weeks????), she’s pretty much able to move around with ease, except for needing a prescription for analgesics like Tylenol, which is really the only thing anyone cares about because it’s mentioned like, four times!
Jane’s school project ends up unearthing the plague virus, and everything that happens after that is total and complete hogwash. Her soil samples end up in a lab overseen by her old something-or-other who she eventually sexes up. This matters because romance. But not in a story-enhancing romance. The lab tech discovers the pesky disease by it’s medical name, leaves the lab (full of other microbes and whatnot) with his work percolating all around, and is out and about on the town before he realizes what the virus is. Seconds after his “oh shit” mental moment, he gets hit by a car.
I can not tell you how angry that particular plot device makes me. (I can, but I won’t. But fuming, for reals).
Every single medico in the story now proceeds to do the very wrong and very unethical thing. Hide the fact that the virus is out? Sure! Walk around in crowds of people after knowing you’ve been exposed? YUP! Not do any tests and try to self medicate? Absolutely, you’re a doctor, you Know Stuff! Try to medicate someone else who is clearly sick but not tell them why or what you are giving them so they can’t tattle on you? And also sedate them? Hello, Doctors can do that too! Cut that plague-infected dead Doctor’s hand off, so you can access his cover-up, and cover-up some more? Indeed! Don’t stop now! Uuuuuuuugh so fugging duuuuuumb.
But the worst part of the whole story is that the resolution is magical. Witchy. Incantationaltastic.
I’m not kidding.
I’m not kidding.