***BLACKOUT
is the third book in a trilogy that builds heavily upon itself.
Because of that, there is no way that I can talk about this work
without spoiling several key events of the previous books. It isn’t
designed in a way that you would enjoy it without reading both of
those first anyways, so start there. We’ve got reviews of both FEED
and DEADLINE to check out in the meantime.***
Here
it is people, the one you’ve been waiting for. Our oldest got us
all excited, the middle kid left us agitated and confused and this
one is supposed to wrap it all up. This is the point where Newsflesh
will either be remembered as a great trilogy in a sea of limp,
processed zombie crap or it will just leave us all pissed off for
getting us so worked up. Does it satisfy?
Yes.
Go buy it if you don’t already have a half-devoured copy on your
bookshelf.
You
want details before you blindly follow my orders? Fine. The
conspiracy that overran the Ryman presidential campaign, leveled
Oakland and left the team at After the End Times with too many
corpses in their wake has only gotten broader. The heads of AtET are
all hunted fugitives hiding out with a mad scientist. Florida has
been lost completely, due to a surprise insect vector of
Kellis-Amberlee, just in time to distract from the raid on the CDC.
People with reservoir conditions are being killed off because they
carry a possible immunity to the disease. And they’ve brought
Georgia back as a clone?
That
last bit had me worried, since it smacked of a cheap way to bring
back a beloved character, but her resurrection is integral to the
larger issue of criminal misuse of science for the purpose of
maintaining control. Sure, we do get a nice comfy feeling having good
old George back but we also know enough not to trust it in the hands
of an author who has made it perfectly clear that she won’t treat
us with kid gloves. Her presence, and the reason for it, alters the
path of events in integral and powerful ways that certainly calmed my
initial qualms.
Overall,
the dangers compound, hope rises and gets smashed against the ground,
the stakes escalate and the conspiracy we’ve been following
deepens. Yet, through it all, Mira maintains the sense of regular
people unwittingly and unwillingly thrust into desperate times and
situations determined to do what’s right, even when they don’t
necessarily know what the right thing to do is, or how to do it.
They’re not special, just schleps who want the truth to be heard.
And
damn do I love those schleps. I can’t gush enough over how
comforting it was to settle back into this crew of crazy people.
Shaun’s headlong rush for vengeance and crazy discussions with the
dead sister living in his head. Becks’ anger and pure sincerity.
Mahir’s dry and incredibly British sense of humor. Maggie’s
energy. Aleric being an asshole. They feel like friends I never got
to meet in person and I still enjoyed getting a chance to sit in
their heads while the world crumbled around them.
Now,
those expecting a denouement to the grand, global issues revolving
around the Masons and their fellow newsies may find themselves a bit
disappointed. Changes and resolutions are moved toward, but we don’t
get to see the long term effect of them, so we don’t know how it
truly works out. However, in my mind at least, this was never a story
about those issues so much as how these people dealt with them. In
that, we do reach a very satisfying conclusion that wrapped up their
stories quite well. However, I am biting my tongue about a certain
revelation that I didn’t think was necessary, except to give a
romantic edge to the story that wasn’t really needed and made it a
bit creepy.
All
in all, this is a great last third to the Newsflesh story that
manages to keep the focus clearly on the characters while still
revealing incredible and frightening things about both their world
and ours.
Visit
Mira Grant's Website and buy the book.
Reviewed
by Anton Cancre
Anton Cancre is one of those rotting, pus-filled thingies on the underside of humanity that your mother always warned you about. He has oozed symbolic word-farms onto the pages of Shroud, Sex and Murder and Horrorbound magazines as well as The Terror at Miskatonic Falls, an upcoming poetry anthology by Shroud Publishing and continues to vomit his oh-so-astute literary opinions, random thoughts and nonsense at antoncancre.blogspot.com. No, he won't babysit you pet shoggoth this weekend. Stop asking.
Anton Cancre is one of those rotting, pus-filled thingies on the underside of humanity that your mother always warned you about. He has oozed symbolic word-farms onto the pages of Shroud, Sex and Murder and Horrorbound magazines as well as The Terror at Miskatonic Falls, an upcoming poetry anthology by Shroud Publishing and continues to vomit his oh-so-astute literary opinions, random thoughts and nonsense at antoncancre.blogspot.com. No, he won't babysit you pet shoggoth this weekend. Stop asking.
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