A virus sweeps across the world in this 2006 series begun by Garth Ennis. Apparently, this virus turns people into killers; zombies? This is a worst-case scenario view of pandemics written to a world that Ennis claims can no longer be shocked, but he and Jacen Burrows do their best to do just that. Not recommended for most readers, honestly. But to what purpose might we be usefully shocked if we (think we) see the world heading to chaos, madness, and self-destruction? Is their any way we can preserve our humanity in the face of the worst possibilities?
I had tried to read this two or three times as an act of understanding the zombie genre, a kind of act of professional responsibility, to in part say, "I am not a snob and can, like any good critic, read anything and be 'objective' about just about anything!" and I gave up each time previously. Just too upsetting to see and read. The idea for Ennis and Burrows is this: If we are really in a sort of "zombie apocalypse," y'all who think and write about it are being too nice in your depictions of it. Lord of the Flies? Kid stuff! Cormac McCarthy's The Road? Leaves out all the really terrible stuff and focuses on a father-son story! These authors, Ennis and Burrows say, are being naive about the possibilities for evil in the human heart. And Ennis and Burrows are not just limiting their view of the evil in men's hearts to serial killers or Nazis. They think that the potential for darkness might be more widespread in the Human Soul than others have previously imagined. If push comes to shove, they seem to suggest, people will get nasty.
Ennis and Burrow take as their premise in this series (though not in other work they do) that There Is No Hope. And if you are going to say that, they say, tell it like you mean it. One justifiable view of this work is that we need to be reminded of every evil thing we have ever seen, to show how terrible humanity can be--hey, we know about the Holocaust, the Inquisition, Hiroshima and so on. This is what will happen, in spades, if the apocalypse happens, they say! If the environment gets worse, if we in fact do have worldwide untreatable disease, what do you expect? A Love-in? Prepare yourself to scramble desperately for survival and try to imagine how you can preserve a shred of goodness and charity and humanity.
Or there might be another justification for this, less justifiable in my mind: Maybe this series just provides the opportunity for a couple of nihilists to justify torture porn, depicting every terrible thing you can imagine just for kicks. Walking Dead Part II, where it gets REEEAL bad. Or maybe it's the blackest of black comedy? I'm here to tell you, though, the one bare suggestion of cannibalism in The Road was enough for me, I had nightmares, I'm such a wimp, so in this story, the only way I could get through it was to finally just hold my nose and bull through it. I am not sure how to rate it, really. I didn't "like" it, but if I am going to be fair, the Apocalypse will be no picnic so I get their point. I can imagine someone giving this five stars for honesty, for the sheer boldness of its nihilism, or its cry against nihilism, however it is finally intended.
The only reasons I finally read it are 1) because of serious reviews by Goodreads reviewers I respect, like Jan and Eisnein and many others, and 2) Because I also picked up Alan Moore's addition to Ennis's enterprise, Crossed + 100, which takes place, uh, 100 years later.