Undead: Review

Undead (omnibus)Undead by John Russo

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

The ‘Undead’ volume gathers together the Night of the Living Dead and Return of the Living Dead into a single volume with an introduction by the author, John Russo. ‘Night’ novelises the movie, with a minor variation here or there, while ‘Return’ provides an original tale that Russo wrote, having retained the rights to the Living Dead franchise, and which gave it’s name, and very little else, to the Dan O’Bannon horror/comedy movie. In many ways ‘Return’ comes across as the better of the two stories. If you’re a fan of Russo and zombies, you will probably enjoy both of these two stories; if not, then you might want to avoid ‘Night’ altogether, or not pick the book up at all.

Fair warning – ‘Night of the Living Dead’ isn’t a good place to start reading this book. Russo’s style and effort to novelise the movie comes across like someone trying to novelise a visit to a hardware store or the supermarket on a particular dreary day. He struggles almost constantly to find alternate ways to say the same thing as zombies launch attacks against people and property. The story struggles, the characterisation falters and the reader, likely, begins to wonder why they parted with their money. The story improves slightly toward the second half, but given you have to get through 50+ pages of poor story before that some readers may never find that out. I admit, at the end, I actually cared a little about what happened – but I certainly didn’t have the sort of emotional response the blurb on the back of the book might suggest.

In ‘Return of the Living Dead’, Russo provides a much more effective and readable tale. The story flows better, the sentences never seem to struggle to find a fresh word for anything, and the characters have just enough individuality for you to care. The story has a little more plot, the zombies have a little more action – better than ‘Night’, but still not thrilling or horrifying. When Russo decides to describe a zombie attack in detail it all sinks worryingly into immature sexualised nonsense about the soft parts of women victims. Despite emphasizing the mindless nature of these animated corpses, a couple attack like wretched adolescents out for a undead grope. It never adds anything to the tale and just comes across like those formulaic horror movies that characterised the 70s and 80s – all scantily clad college kids meeting grisly ends at the hands of psychopaths and monsters.

In the cold light of day, both stories tell a tale that will engage those with an interest in zombies. If you don’t go in with expectations of high-browed literature you probably won’t be disappointed. ‘Return’ definitely reads far easier and provides a more engaging tale – and, to some extent, you could read it first as it makes many references to the original, even quoting whole sections as chapters that recall the civil warning broadcast during the original ‘outbreak’.

At best, a flawed exercise in zombie storytelling. A weak first story very likely to scare off a reader long before the zombies have the chance to really get into gear. The sequel provides more satisfaction, but gives in all too easily to inane acts of adolescent titillation.



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The Death of Potatoes

I’m currently (still) reading John Christopher’s ‘The Death of Grass‘. Having watched, and read, ‘The Road’ and seen films like ‘The Book of Eli’ and ’28 Days Later’, I’m finding ‘Grass’ far more harrowing and grim to read. Written in 1952 and very much a vision of the time, the story deals with a small group seeking a home away from the rapidly declining state of society in the face of the progressive and possibly irreversible demise of all grass stocks. Without basic food stuffs and common land animals (due to lack of feed), a massive population face starvation and death in just a few short months in a disaster spanning the world. Within days all vestige of society, even in Britain, melts away. Law has no place and the rule of the mob and the gang, backed by possession of firearms, becomes the new order.

Given the historical truth of the time, of a Britain struggling with rationing in the wake of the Second World War, the visions of ‘Grass’ are not so hard to grasp. And yet, the brutality and barbarism portrayed make for uneasy reading at times. I have been reading this on and off for a short while (I tend to take breaks from books and read other books, which in turn may experience breaks of their own), but now I can’t stop. I need to know what happens and I get the distinct feeling, with only 30 pages to go, that it won’t end well.

Today, on the Belfast Telegraph web site, I read that scientists had mapped the genome of potatoes. With this information, the scientists hoped to rapidly advance the breeding of potatoes. Given the background of ‘Grass’ I fear, in the way we all do when spoon fed news about (bad/good) science, that messing with the DNA of the common potato does not necessarily mean that society will be better off. Modify the wrong bit of the genome and we might kill the potato off altogether / turn it into a rampaging parasite that kills off everything else / trigger latent defence mechanisms that make it poisionous / bring about the Zombie Apocalypse.

The Chung-Li virus in ‘Grass’ started in Chinese rice stocks, but rapidly brought an end to all types of grass. Science likely helped in its creation, and science couldn’t do anything to prevent it, only serving to give false hope when it dealt with less virulent varieties. When we argue over whether we should keep tiny reserves of Small Pox alive, for the sake of future medicine, and muck around with DNA like some sort of genetic jazz, can we be a little too comfortable about our scientific control of the world around us?