So it seems everywhere I look at the moment are zombie pictures,
visions of the walking dead – sometimes relatively unscathed and human-like; mostly fairly bloodily down the road of decay – whether in
art, film or on TV. Having been immersed in making a
book on zombies has obviously contributed to my high intake of undead depictions, but even when I decide to read something apparently non-zombie, my thoughts return to these shuffling, grasping creatures. Going through my other half’s eclectic collection of books the other day, looking for something new to read, I plucked out John Wyndham’s
The Day of The Triffids – a
1951 post-apocalyptic science-fiction tale of worldwide blindness enabling the rise of some rather nasty, stinging,
lurching,
carnivorousplants…
Awakening to A Changed World
OK, so first of all, the post-apocalyptic thing is there – a trope much beloved of zombie-filmmakers – but more specifically, I experienced much déja-vu in the opening scenes as the protagonist wakes up in hospital to discover he has been abandoned by his carers and no one is left, save for some desperate, groaning, shuffling people wandering the wards... Where had I seen this before?