As I watched, several weeks ago, the movie version of The Girl With All the Gifts, I could tell that the novel by MR Carey must be pretty darn good. And I was right. It is pretty darn good. Not great, but pretty darn good.
Of course, I have a soft spot for zombies and zombapocalypses in general. When done well, the vehical provides any number of intriguing themes, from social commentary to explorations in human psychology, politics, bigotries, and so on.
And The Girl With All the Gifts is one of those well done tales, with plenty of depth. What is salvation? Is it the preservation of history, of the status quo, or is it the invention of something altogether new? What is more transcendent, the child or the adult? What is of the most critical importance, the life of the one or the life of the many? Which has all the answers, science or love?
These are the themes explored in Carey's entertaining and thoughtful novel - a zombie with a brain, as it were, and an addictive page turner.
Of course, I have a soft spot for zombies and zombapocalypses in general. When done well, the vehical provides any number of intriguing themes, from social commentary to explorations in human psychology, politics, bigotries, and so on.
And The Girl With All the Gifts is one of those well done tales, with plenty of depth. What is salvation? Is it the preservation of history, of the status quo, or is it the invention of something altogether new? What is more transcendent, the child or the adult? What is of the most critical importance, the life of the one or the life of the many? Which has all the answers, science or love?
These are the themes explored in Carey's entertaining and thoughtful novel - a zombie with a brain, as it were, and an addictive page turner.
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