Post - revelatory stories are chock full of wish - fulfillment . Rugged individualism hold sway . Every survivor is as special as Harry Potter , just by virtue of being live . We get to reconstruct this whole mess , without all that postmodernist clutter . And so on .
So the most jarring affair about Colson Whitehead ’s novel Zone One might be how purposefully Whitehead goes about tearing these fantasies asunder . Zone One is about the only affair worse than living through the apocalypse – taking part in a heroic effort to reconstruct civilisation afterwards . Spoilers ahead …
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In Zone One , it ’s quite some time after the zombie eruption , and the survivor are commence to regroup , somewhat . Zone One is the novel name of Manhattan , which has already been scour of most of its zombi spirit hordes by platoons of Marines . And now , the novel ’s protagonist , Mark Spitz , is on sweeper duty , clearing out the metropolis block by auction block of its mess about dead along with two comrades .
The frightful affair about Zone One is that it show the dullness of hope . Refuges inevitably come apart , but in the interim they comminute you down with the sempiternal wait for the inevitable . Mark Spitz , the novel ’s hoagie , is often draw as the most mediocre person on the satellite , but he ’s found his element as a kind of cockroach , surviving in the debris . The only matter that can vanquish Mark Spitz is the communal attempt to return to normality after the undead infestation . In Spitz ’s flashbacks , and in the present - 24-hour interval sequences , you see hope uprise and get beat out , over and over again , like undulation .
I ’m middling sure that this is one zombie story that nobody ’s ever told before — there ’s a provisional administration in Buffalo , NY , and order is being restore along the Eastern Seaboard . The zombie problem is likely under command , more or less . There ’s even a new theme song for the Phoenix Project , the refurbishment of manhood .
As Whitehead writes , “ tentative bureaucracy rose from the amino acid pools of madness , per its impost . ”
Zone One is n’t really a sarcasm , but there are these little sardonic mite throughout – like the persistent administration propaganda and Newspeak , in which everybody is supposed to pretend the world is getting dear and better .
And meanwhile , Zone One show how life after the zombie apocalypse turns everybody into a kind of snake god – one of Whitehead ’s innovations is that he divide his zombi into two types : skels and stragglers . Skels are your typical bod - eating , roving undead teras . straggler , meanwhile , are a minority who just discover a place that meant something to them in life and then stay there , frozen in place until they ’re put out of their wretchedness .
The surviving humanity in the book often refer to each other as falling into the “ straggler mind-set ” — if you cling too hard to what you used to have , or the world you used to know , then you ’re akin to one of those unmindful , wintry zombies . Meanwhile , though , the survivors are ghost by Post - Apocalyptic Survivor Dysfunction , or PASD , which often sounds just like “ past . ” Memories of the horrors that everybody ’s lived through keep dragging them down and making them playact in irrational , unpredictable ways – as Whitehead remarks , everybody ’s fucked up in a different way , just like before .
The whole thing is tinged with nostalgia , from the disturbing flashbacks to Mark Spitz ’s childhood to the endlessly recounted harrowing scenes from the Revelation of Saint John the Divine .
And like many near - future stories – particularly apocalyptical ones – this is really a tarradiddle about cities , and urban planning . There are just tons of little observations about the geography and character of New York – remove the place of zombie rick out to be outstandingly similar to project any kind of major urban project .
Whitehead writes : “ The city bragged of an endless unraveling , a storage-battery grid without limits ; of course it was spring and stymy by rivers , cut short by geographic circumstance . It could be chasten and understood . ” The subway , the ferries , the rivers , the major artery … they all become part of the logistics of monster - fighting as well as the bones of the write up .
And in the remnant , the city becomes a actual “ melting pot , ” as the dead are homogenized and turn into huddled hoi polloi , yearning to devour your flesh :
They had been young and old , natives and newcomers . No matter the hue of their skin , dark or light , no matter the gens of their immortal or the absences they countenanced , they had all strain , struggled , and make love in their small , human mode . Now they were mostly mouths and finger , fingers for extract entrails from soft cavities , and mouths to rend and devour in musical composition the distinct human faces they captured , that these faces might become less distinct , de - individualized flaps of masticated flesh , rendered anon. like them , the utter . Their mouths could no longer handle speech , yet they talk withal , say what the city had always told its citizens , from the first settlers C of years ago , to the shatter survivors of the garrison . What the plague had always assure its hosts , from the first human being to have its blood overrun to the latest victim out in the barren : I am going to consume you up .
As dim as the book mother — and it bewilder very , very slow — the beautiful writing carries you along . Whether he ’s writing about a living dead attack or one of Mark Spitz ’s childhood memory , Whitehead has an amazing endowment for the jarring phrase . Like this zombie approach early on in the book :
Two of them got the old human race down and then all of them were on him like ants who received a chemic telegraph about a lollipop on the sidewalk . There was no agency the old man could get up . It was quick . They each grab a limb or commodious point of purchase while he squall .
I roll in the hay “ point of purchase ” in reference work to living dead consuming the livelihood .
And yet , the book is definitely a frustrating read — you get the sentience , after a while , that Whitehead is deliberately trying to deny the reader any opinion of narration satisfaction , through denseness and obfuscation . Flashbacks start and end without any admonition – sometimes in the middle of a paragraph , or as part of a random watching – and major game twists are both telegraphed and bury in other random pieces of information .
And sometimes , Whitehead ’s urge to describe and explore and analyze everything becomes really neurotic . For instance , he ’ll say that there were no pet in a building — and then he ’ll hesitate to describe the types of pets that might have been there , and what types of arrest the pets would have been fag out had they been there . Or he ’ll say there were no passersby on the street , and then break to wonder what types of passersby there might have been .
But if you keep hammer ahead and pay aid to the tricky time - jumping and tale digressions , the book pays off marvelously . It ’s a rule book for anyone who loves metropolis as well as mass who want a very different , discomfiting look at an revelatory bad - casing scenario we ’ve never seen before . And the book has a tongue - gouging , horrifying end that makes the whole thing dead worthwhile .
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