My rating: 1 of 5 stars
Well, well. Proof positive that a zombie novel can be made yawningly boring.
Colson Whitehead has all the requisite apocalyptic-survivor-zombie elements but chooses to mash together flashbacks and current action with so much thinking and reflection that he manages to turn it all into bland, grey mush. Or wait … was that my brain after I got done reading this? Even the end, which was supposed to be striking and should have been, was greeted with a shrug by this reader. Stick to World War Z or The Reapers Are the Angels.
Enter Zone One at your own risk … and don’t say I didn’t warn ya!