It’s the last thing we need. But against the odds – in spite of the vampire zombie cliché foretold on its dust jacket – we need The Passage. We need smartly written suspense. We need a palate cleanser after eating from the Twilight buffet. We need something to remind us that zombies are actually terrifying, not something to add Forrest Gump-style into classic lit.
We also need hope. The ocean is a crude oil parfait. Conflict is commonplace. Weapons are a priority. The world The Passage predicts is here now. So it’s nice that a book defined by its apocalyptic vision is so rooted in the human capacity for good. Justin Cronin brings his story (and the characters who so vividly populate it) to life with more style and tact and subtly than any mega-hyped beach read author has any right to do. Skipping from hot zone thriller to dusty zombie western to testerone-fueled army shoot-em-up, Cronin keeps everything tied to the characters. When the roller coaster finally goes off the tracks you realize with horror that your friends and family are strapped in the seats. You can do nothing but watch, expecting the worst and hoping for the best.
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