A review by hirvimaki
Zone One by Colson Whitehead

2.0

I'm of two minds. The writing is beautiful, artful, almost...luscious. And yet...the story just isn't interesting. You get glimpses of how the story really could be something more, but then it gets washed under wave upon wave of this too-pretty, self-important prose. Like a Tennyson poem without any substance. And really, in the end, if there's no substance what's the point? Another reviewer wrote that this book was a "thinking man's zombie novel", but in reality it's just dressed up as a thinking man's zombie novel; a caricature. Because it remains completely unaware of it's own shortcomings it ends up more sad parody than clever pastiche.