A client charged with a pretty unpleasant crime once called me PollyAnna and asked that I be removed from his case. While I can frequently be blunt and, at times, very loud – I am all sunshine and rainbows and kittens on the inside. I believe that people are inherently good. I think the world is a beautiful place. Unfortunately, Mr Brooks appears to disagree.
World War Z is a bland book about how much everyone sucks. The military. The government. The media. Drug makers. Doctors. Farmers. Basically when humanity was at its lowest everyone screwed everyone else over. Mr Brooks painted humanity with broad brush strokes, and we looked terrible in his creation.
The book is a series of interviews with survivors of the zombie apocalypse. The interviewees come from different walks of life – around the globe. But each of their story is told in the same flat voice of the interviewer. Bland and harsh – like a newspaper account over and over and over again.
I’d been hoping for something fun. Tongue-in-cheek. Snark. Gore. Excitement. Instead I got a diary about how truly awful humans can be when others are vulnerable. Reading this made me unbearably sad. Like sitting in front of the tv news for 10 hours straight. I get it – fear sells. But I’m not buying it.