Zone 23 by C. J. Hopkins is like a head-on train crash between comedian/linguist George Carlin and science fiction writer Philip K. Dick.
Sort of a “Twilight Zone, Star Trek and Star Wars” collision into Mel Brooks’ film “Spaceballs.”
Sort of an out-of-control Noam Chomsky Vulcan Mind Meld meets the film “Scary Movie” with a dose of “Fractured Fairy Tales” from “Rocky and Bullwinkle.”
Or a head-on collision between the films “”The Matrix and “Young Frankenstein” -- but in words. NOT streaming on your Viewer. Or other PRIMITIVE device.
The setting is the high-tech dystopian utopia of the Northeast Region 709 of the 27th Century “United Territories” (or is it a utopian dystopia?) on a truly “Climate-Challenged” Planet Earth where sunsets inspire true awe -- and confusion sometimes -- because they can look an awful lot like an Improvised Thermonuclear Device went off – which make the IEDs of the Good Guyz in the very early 21st Century Invasion and Occupation of Iraq look like, well, firecrackers and bottle rockets.
In full disclosure, this review is being written in response to the Will of The One who is Many who is also The Many Who Is One – who/which has threatened to fire a $20 trillion Godsend missile manufactured by Pfizer-Lockheed into my tiny yuppie living quarters built for Normals while I sleep totally maxxed out on ZaxoFlaxiThorinal if I fail to write it, and do so PDQ!
Not only does the 27th Century One Who Is Truly Many know when I am sleeping, it knows when I am awake, it know when I’ve been bad or good, you know the drill. Indeed, it fucking knows everything about me – and in nano-second-by-second faster-than-light-speed real time. The Godsend missile firing thing is just a tiny algorithm away, just a quick point and click away. I tremble with anti-ci-pation or terror, I can’t decide which.
Zone 23 is stupefyingly good. This short novel is the most rollicking, hilarious, demented, deranged, chuckle-inducing, crazed, unhinged, guffaw-provoking, disturbed, unstable, perceptive, lunatic, laugh-out-loud mad and profoundly observant and prophetic novel I have read in a long, long time.
Zone 23 is for the 21st Century what Orwell’s “1984,” Huxley’s “Brave New World” and “Brave New World Revisited” and William Goldings “Lord of the Flies” was to the late 20th Century. But Orwell, Huxley and Golding in a head-on collision with comedian/linguist George Carlin George Carlin and Mel Brooks. In a word: Thermonuclear.
Boring it ain’t because this novel is where shit gets laugh-out-loud real.
Forget all that seductive, manipulative, controlling, domineering, stimulus-response, seductive, saturated-with-advertising 21st Century crapola on every screen in your house – or on at least as many as Disney/Verizon/General Electric/Viacom/Google/Facebook/Twitter whatever will allow without charging another pound of flesh. Per month.
Indeed, just Turn ‘Em All Off and READ THIS BOOK! You especially don’t need to wallow in all that gossip, fake news, propaganda, false news, outright lies, anti-journalism and all the other SAD! stuff on what passes for Breaking News on the mainstream and cable networks. You will learn MORE from this book than you have FORGOTTEN from your fave TV talking heads, from Sean Hannity and Wolf Blitzer to the former Rachel Maddow.
This world is populated by four types of people: Normals, Variant-Positive Normals, Clears and ASPs, or Anti-Social Personalities. The Normals who are Variant Positives have to take boatloads of Zoriflaxinal, Buxafenanadrine or Cylozilatrin (or a cocktail of the three) to live, work, watch Viewers, marry, work, chill, watch Viewers, work, get two cats for the yard, the whole nine yards in order to be allowed to continue breathing oxygen.
AND especially because the VP females are supposed to get pregnant ONLY by artificial insemination. The corporate governance doesn’t call it that exactly – but VPs and APS are not allowed to, well, BREED. You know, Get Pregnant. Except VPs can carry Clears to term to occupy those rarified professional positions in the media, celebrity and professional hierarchy and of whom the entire future Human Race are to be composed.
Oh. There are also the ASPs aka the Anti-Social Personalities. They are quarantined. In a special zones Like Zone 23. BECAUSE THEY ARE ANTI-SOCIAL PERSONALITIES AND WON’T STAY ON THEIR MEDS AND HALF OF ‘EM ARE USUALLY SPACED OUT ON PLASTO (which is illegal to be sure but readily available)! WHY DO I HAVE TO SHOUT SOMETHING SO OBVIOUS?! Like Taylor, for instance, the hero of the novel is Taylor. My hero. Your hero.
Taylor has to dally with the mysterious elusive underground revolutionaries – actually, TERRORISTS! -- and their secretive and mysterious and downright scary – Operation DADA or Day of Autonomous Decentralized Action. Which is or would be really scary for the Normals, VPs, ASPs and Clears working for the Godzillionaires and their corporate CEO lackeys and about which neither Normals nor Normal VP nor Clears nor the Anti-Social Personalities ASPs know anything because, well, their VIEWERS HAVEN’T TOLD THEM ANYTHING ABOUT IT, WHY DO I HAVE TO SHOUT SOMETHING SO OBVIOUS?!
NO SPOILERS: Taylor’s girlfriend went off her MANDATORY BIRTH CONTROL PILLS and wants to keep the possibly ASP AND ESPECIALLY NON-CLEAR BABY which will grow up AGAINST ALL THE RULES, DAMMIT, AGAINST ALL THE RULES! WHY DO I LWAYS HAVE TO SHOUT … forget it. If they succeed, the baby would perhaps become one of the tiny handful of living human beings left living in the United Territories with any humanity left at all and therefore would Truly Be the Hope and Change that One Could Believe In. Natch.
And why is that you might ask? Because when you remove the aggression, anger, greed, sloth, envy and all the other hundreds of Seven Deadly Sins to create the Clears and breed Clears in the wombs of Variant Positive Normals, you also remove the lusty animal groaning, grunting, screaming, shouting, bedstead-shaking, rip-rolling, mattress flattening animal passion which accompanies sex. Oh and it also removes a lot of other things. Like human compassion, love, empathy and conscience.
Of course, Taylor does everything to help his girlfriend carry the baby to term by desperately consulting with known revolutionaries (TERRORISTS!) to hide the pregnancy, find a way to bring up baby in the revolutionaries’ (TERRORISTS) secret baby hideaways to provide AT LEAST SOME SLIM HOPE FOR THE FUTURE OF HUMANKIND -- WHY DO HAFTA TO SHOUT …
Meanwhile, Taylor being a MAN, he meets a revolutionary (TERRORIST) named Sarah, and, despite his eternal devotion to his gf, lemme tell you, the pages-long spine-jarring initial intimate encounter between Taylor and Sarah in an upper room in the BDSM dive bar in Zone 23, well it had me gasping and howling in laughter and in envy and somehow Not Right In The Head Thereafter. I laughed, I cried. Wait for it. It is worth the wait. DO NOT, REPEAT, DO NOT SCAN FOR IT! LET IT COME WHEN THE UNIVERSE OF ZONE 23 IS DARN GOOD AND READY! Why do I hafta …
So, yes, Zone 23 by C. J. Hopkins is like a head-on train crash between comedian/linguist George Carlin and science fiction writer Philip K. Dick.
Sort of a “Twilight Zone, Star Trek and Star Wars” collision into Mel Brooks’ film “Spaceballs.”
Sort of an out-of-control Noam Chomsky Vulcan Mind Meld meets the film “Scary Movie” with a dose of “Fractured Fairy Tales” and “Boris and Natasha” from “Rocky and Bullwinkle.”
Or sort of a head-on collision between the films “The Matrix” and “Young Frankenstein” -- but in words. NOT streaming on your Viewer. Or other PRIMITIVE device.
Read This Book. The One who is Many who is also The Many Who Is One has so ordered. Remember those Godsend Missiles manufactured by Pfizer/Lockheed/Bayer/Raytheon. Go in peace.