Zombies Don’t Cry

Zombies Don’t Cry: A Tale of the Biotech Revolution by Brian Stableford,

published by Wildside Press, 2011

They don’t cry because in this future world, the resurrection process has deprived them of their tears, but they have emotions, loves and needs as much as the living. Death might have changed them, but the zombies in Brian Stableford’s black comedy, contrary to the usual depiction, are the harmless and the innocent, and they have been brought back to “afterliving” in a degenerate England, which is far from being “a green and pleasant land.”

The time is the aftermath of the 2nd Great Depression and politicians, desperate to keep popularity, bow to people’s angst at the loss of loved ones. As a result medical science techniques to reclaim people from death have been legalised. What both politicians and medics have failed to do is to redefine death and to prepare society for the problems of living with the resurrected. Therefore the reclaimed remain legally dead even while they walk among the living. A subspecies has been created, and the British people are dependent upon a Sunday evening soap opera, “Resurrection Ward” for information.

Many zombies were previously gainfully employed before death, often respectable and contributing citizens, but they have lost their “property, social status, and human rights.” There is no justice for the dead because it is not illegal to discriminate against them.

Brian Stableford’s brilliant satire exploits the littleness of societal norms, for this England retains the prejudices of contemporary society with its structures and in-groups and inability to accept differences from whatever cause. Differentiated from the living by their pallor, the resurrected are albinos, and this marks them out as targets for the extremists: the ignorant, those hidebound by religious beliefs who see them as the progeny of Satan, and by a group known as England’s Defenders who will whip up and spearhead any attack on any minority that the populace fear.

Even the loved ones of the reclaimed have problems relating to them, for how do you treat someone who is dead, yet is standing in front of you with most of the attributes of the living person brother, friend or son? Even the least bigoted of the book’s characters do not do well in this test.

Yet, zombies have one major advantage – they can remain in their present form forever, for they do not grow older, and theoretically they can’t “die” again, at least from natural causes. Accidents are not ruled out.

The story follows the experiences of Nicholas Rosewell who awakes in a hospital bed to find that he died in a bomb explosion at the Oracle in Reading. He was the only one of five deceased who could be reclaimed from death. He is damned immediately as evil by other patients in the same ward.

At home he finds new problems. His family treat him differentially, as if he is ill. His accounts have been closed, because of course, he is dead. Death has meant that he has lost his job, and, although he can reapply, he knows he will be put in that perpetual file for those who will be informed when there is a vacancy. The undead have become the new unclean.

Even worse, the love of his life, his girlfriend, is no longer interested, although his feelings are unchanged.

He joins other zombies who have formed a social group at the Salvation Army building. The dead have Internet access to keep up a semi-anonymous contact with the world outside and perform exercises to keep their zombie bodies healthy. Non-aggression is their by-word, as they are trying to find their footing in the society that recreated and cold-shouldered them; yet they are deeply aware that the populace’s fear of the near alien group that has appeared in their midst.

Events come to a head, when the mob elements, misinterpreting deaths on the road to be orchestrated by zombies in order to increase their numbers, attack the Salvation Army hall in a dramatic reversal of The Night of the Living Dead.

Zombieism is in its infancy and no-one knows about the births, illnesses and attributes the future of the dead may bring. It is clear that because of their long semblance-of-life span, the zombies, meek and mild as they are, must, logically, inherit the earth. The narrator comments, “Let’s hope we really can live forever. That way we’ll live to see the day the dead outnumber the living and the duration of our afterlives have so far outstripped the time before our deaths that we’ll have forgotten we were ever alive.”

The author never loses an opportunity for the jokes that point up the ridiculousness of both this futuristic society and its prejudices: the “Afterlife”; rebirthdays; that zombies are “whiter than white,” and their pallor a cruel joke to differentiate them; the Royal Berks “Burkers” who are the Resurrection Men; the nurse who committed suicide, who has to explain herself to her family; the murderer in hospital, and the Bleak House style court case to allow him to receive the benefit of “Resurrection Techniques.”

Yet this world casts a chill. If this is the way medical science is leading us, here is one reviewer has also failed the test. I don’t believe that I, personally, could ever live among the dead, and please, when I die, allow me to stay that way.

Review by Barbara Godwin

 

 

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About sallystartup

I am a greenish person with thoughtful tendencies. I write fiction that sometimes has green or herbal themes.
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