Literary Titan
Media about zombies always seem to fall between two categories. You have the slow-and-somber kind like Max Brooks� World War Z and George A. Romero�s Day of the Dead, and then you have the guts-and-gore kind like the video game Dead Rising and Stuart Gordon�s Eaten Alive.�
Before opening this book, I didn�t know which category Gary Hickman�s The Light Reapers: End of the World falls under. I didn�t even know this was a zombie novel at all. But by the time I closed it I was glad it was the latter. From page one, blood and viscera start flying out of the page, and it hardly ever stops to give you a chance to catch your breath.�
It tells the story of the titular Light Reapers, a special operations unit with members that will annihilate anything that steps in their way. Everything goes south when they infiltrate a terrorist lab where a mysterious bioweapon is being created. Prior to the mission, they have little to no information about the lab or the weapon. The mission was supposed to be simple: ââ?¬Å"make it to the lab area, assess the situation, infiltrate the facility, secure the formula and any other intel, then exfil.ââ?¬Â? What they find is anything but. Now the virus is unleashed on the planet, driving the whole world into darkness and chaos.Ã?
As crazy as the synopsis may sound, Hickman chose to ground the story in reality with references to real-world events. Still, that doesnââ?¬â?¢t make it any less imaginative and entertaining. The moments of extreme gore sometimes happen so suddenly with such detailed descriptions that they border on cartoonish. Still, like the obviously fake blood in early Romero films, thatââ?¬â?¢s the beauty of it. The thought of the worldââ?¬â?¢s population turning into a mindless undead horde is a tad depressing, so you got to have a ton of fun to balance it out. And by ââ?¬Å"fun,ââ?¬Â? I mean blowing-chunks-off-a-zombieââ?¬â?¢s-torso kind of fun.Ã?
Now that you�re reading this review, it may be too late to say that the best way to experience The Light Reapers: End of the World is to go in blind. Walk in thinking you�re about to read a war novel, then come out with a new zombie book instead. But at the end of the day, it�s a bloody good time, and gorehounds will surely lap it up.
