It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over

After the end of the world, undead existence can get a bit monotonous. You’re always losing things like your name or your arm or your reason for existence (as opposed to your reason for living). When all you’ve got left to hold on to is the absence of that special someone whose name you no longer recall or whose face you can’t visualize, you may need a crow. Well, there’s not a lot that could more fittingly stand in for your grief, I suppose. And when you finally decide to give up on that, it’s time to head west.

Anne de Marcken’s novel might sound unlikely in brief but it kind of works in full. It’s unclear whether our narrator is in something like the bardo, or whether the post-apocalypse should be taken at face value. In show more any case, the narrative voice holds your attention right through to the end of this short novel.

Gently recommended. show less

This is a 'concept' book more than a story - definitely an element of cli-fi and also a poetic exploration of life and death. It reminded me of Split Tooth by Tanya Tagaq because the 'topic' of the book is so disturbing, but the writing is transcendent. The narrator here is unnamed (she has forgotten it) and she is undead - shades of Lincoln in the Bardo - but a little more gruesome - presumbably she is a zombie because she feasts on flesh on a couple occasions - not easy scenes to stomach (ha, ha). But the insatiable hunger is later named as grief. Memories of life float by like clouds; there is an unidentified 'you' addressed who was a husband, lover, partner and the connection is poignant. We don't know how she died and as she walks show more among the living occasionally, there are not many left and they have resorted to a feral existence, clustered in rudimentary towns with mob mentality. Some climate or zombie apocalypse? But none of that matters, per se. It is "about life, death, and the eerily vast space between." (book blurb). I think it is about retaining the self (soul?) amid myriad influences, what lingers after death, and what lasts from life. "she remembers with unbearable longing the place where she knew herself and was known - where she loved and was loved." (book blurb) It is structured in 7 parts, each with an epigraph, and she journeys physically and spiritually in that span and this is where the poetic writing is most charged. Examples: "Everything I encounter has the quality of having been encountered before. An always already feeling. And at the same time, everything I encounter is strange to me...what is familiar because I have seen it before and what is just part of a familiar story? What is remembered and what is received? What is strange because I have forgotten it, or because it is new, or because this time I am on foot, or because this time I am undead, or because this time I am without you?" (53) "Emptiness spills into me. My ear is the Panama Canal connecting two oceans of emptiness. The emptiness out there and an emptiness in me. Dark. Entire. Impossible. Emptiness teeming with cold silence. It is so silent it is loud. It is unbearable. It is so familiar." (25) "The earth holds things in its body. In clay. In ice. The real. The unreal. Time. Each other. All the chances we had." (55) "The sky is low and charged with snow that has not yet begun to fall. A flock of starlings keeps lifting off and landing, lifting off and landing. The sound of their wings all at once is soft and explosive. A hundred feathered concussions." (93) "I realize now that when I was playing these silent movies of life after our life, you were still there. You were sitting with me, the two of us alone in the theater, still together. This sadness is not an empty church and not an empty house. It is the whole empty world and I am in it and it is in me." (118) As a debut novelist, she is impressive for what she is able to imagine and to articulate and this would be 5 unequivocal stars if not for the zombie parts that made for uncomfortable reading. show less

A hard-to-describe philosophical zombie novella full of wonderful observations and turns of phrase.
It's free of most of the usual cliches so it can focus on the important stuff. The stuff of life (and the afterlife). This would be rewarding to reread at some point.

One of the more interesting books I've read recently. A kind of zombie book written from the voice of an undead woman- what exactly does it mean to be undead? Curious and thought provoking, filled with feelings of loss and longing.

Can't work out if I'm reacting to this purely on its merits, or relative to the hype and blurb on the cover (which is all I picked it on, in a bookshop). The hype really, really bigs it up, but...

The central idea is pretty pedestrian: zombie apocalypse but from the zombie's perspective. That this *is* the central idea is hidden for a while, so when it becomes clear it's kind of a disappointment: that's it? There's some inventive bits-of-body stuff, mind.

There are some lovely, affecting moments and passages, but overall there is a sense of writing and style trying just a bit too hard to be different and deep and falling same and shallow: overwrought and weighty similes, inert symbolism, that kind of thing. Somehow even this very short show more book has a feeling of redundancy in the expression. Oh, and the epigraphs before each chapters almost seem drawn from a list of the people you should quote to appear smart.

I think I would have liked it more had I not been so primed to love it. One does wonder whether the praise is the kind of thing that Private Eye condemns as log-rolling. show less

Para leer con calma y atención, como un buen poema. Es bello e inteligente. Dicho esto, no lo terminé de sentir y es un libro que te lo pide.

4.25

A zombie trying to remember her lost love.

Kinda dreamlike poetic prose - sometimes non-sensical. With the occasionally violent scene.
Very odd.

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