I finished Under a Graveyard Sky by John Ringo. For those who may not know, this is the first in his ongoing ‘zombie’ SF series. In this case, the zombie apocalypse is mediated by a rapidly spreading new virus that is both airbourne in its initial flu-like stage, and then morphs into a blood-bourne rabies-like neurological virus. One family of far-right survivalists take to the seas to survive the spreading pandemic. I can see the appeal here in a sense. I did finish the book, and Ringo is clearly a professional artisan who knows how to keep the pace up, meet the shallower side of reader expectations, and provide a fun holiday read. All that said, this is not a good book, as there are too many problems. Firstly it should be pointed out that it is the start of the story, and just stops at the end with the words “to be continued”. Just because this is book one in a series doesn’t preclude a satisfying conclusion. The other issues I had are concerned with the ‘message, or perspective on show and the fact that far too much that happens is ridiculous. The characters (who are not that appealing) speak in militaristic jargon throughout, not only I felt to bring some verisimilitude but mostly to bring a sort of military cool to the goings on. The zombies are infected, living humans, and yet Ringo delights in having the 13 year old daughter of the protagonist shoot, stab, butcher and bludgeon these infected people in their hundreds. The 13 year old is described as a ‘hottie’ who just loves killing zombies. She is the best zombie killer ever! Various other adult characters ‘joke’ that as soon as she’s ‘legal’ they’ll marry her, even going so far as to suggest that it would be legal at 14 in some States. I maintained an uncomfortable feeling about the action scenes and dialogue throughout, as it comes across as rather unsavory and voyeuristic; Ringo seems to have created a ‘cool’ scenario that allows (even requires) extreme violence and extreme perspectives to flourish. There will be many who find this extreme fun (and in some ways it is), but for those looking for some humanity or depth in their SF, I wouldn’t recommend it.
I’m now moving on to The Devil’s Eye, by Jack McDevitt.