As those of you whom I’m buddies with on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram (and I’d say that’s most of you) know, I booked my “wife chop” a month after the wedding and never looked back. For the girl who used to debate piercing something whenever she was bored to keep her hair the same style and let it grow for a year and a half was almost impossible, so I was thrilllllled to finally get to make a change. Not only did I lose about 8 inches off the length, I decided it was time for a real change and became a red-head.
I quickly found out that Redheaded Brooke is considerably more gutsy than Average Brooke, as evidenced by our recent string of horror movie watching and New Year’s Eve “Walking Dead” marathon. Nobody has greeted this with more enthusiasm than my dear Yezel, who INSISTED that I buy and read the following selection.
“World War Z”- Max Brooks
Plot Summary (From Amazon): The Zombie War came unthinkably close to eradicating humanity. Max Brooks, driven by the urgency of preserving the acid-etched first-hand experiences of the survivors from those apocalyptic years, traveled across the United States of America and throughout the world, from decimated cities that once teemed with upwards of thirty million souls to the most remote and inhospitable areas of the planet. He recorded the testimony of men, women, and sometimes children who came face-to-face with the living, or at least the undead, hell of that dreadful time. World War Z is the result. Never before have we had access to a document that so powerfully conveys the depth of fear and horror, and also the ineradicable spirit of resistance, that gripped human society through the plague years.
Let me say right off the bat I LOVED this book. I know it’s not new, and those of you who have already read it are giving me a big “UH DOY.” Max Brooks (Son of Mel, which automatically scores him some points in my book) has written a book that is massive in scope and thinks of positively everything.
Told as a collection of first-hand accounts of the Zombie plague and eventual war to reclaim the planet, Brooks manages to travel the globe and explore myriad viewpoints in humanity’s fight to save itself. He alludes to the government minimalizing the threat, the insidious way the infection spread from nation to nation before being identified, and the mind-blowing terror when the average citizen realized that the dead were really reanimating. It addresses how to fight a war when the usual tactics fail, when your opponent doesn’t tire and when your own forces are being killed and joining the enemy horde.
But it’s not just gore and hopelessness and technical mumbo-jumbo… Among the stories are those (cheese alert!) vignettes of the power of the human spirit. There’s the supply pilot who crashes her plane in the everglades and is talked through her ordeal by a civilian “skywatcher.” There’s the soldier who bonded so deeply with his canine partner that he can easily imagine laying down his life for her. There’s the remarkable tale of how castles in Europe came into service again for defense, and how the Queen remained in residence with her subjects until the end of the battle, rather than fleeing with the rest of the royalty.
This is the type of story that you have to be careful not to read before bed, because it will simply set your brain spinning with what-if’s and strategies and mental images too vivid to let you rest. (Yes. I have in fact thought of our zombie-defense strategy, thank you for asking.) If you haven’t yet read this book, definitely do so. If you’ve found yourself sucked into even one episode of “The Walking Dead,” get thee to a bookshop/Amazon/nunnery and read this book. I tore through it like a zombie through a … well, a fleshy body part. Let’s go with that.
(image courtesy of Wikipedia)