Dimensions: 272 pages, 3.78 × 2.55 × 0.42 in
Published: October 29, 2013
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
The following ISBNs are associated with this title:
ISBN - 10: 0385528078
ISBN - 13: 9780385528078
Read from the Book
He always wanted to live in New York. His Uncle Lloyd lived downtown on Lafayette, and in the long stretches between visits he daydreamed about living in his apartment. When his mother and father dragged him to the city for that season''s agreed-upon exhibit or good-for-you Broadway smash, they usually dropped in on Uncle Lloyd for a quick hello. These afternoons were preserved in a series of photographs taken by strangers. His parents were holdouts in an age of digital multiplicity, raking the soil in lonesome areas of resistance: a coffee machine that didn''t tell time, dictionaries made out of paper, a camera that only took pictures. The family camera did not transmit their coordinates to an orbiting satellite. It did not allow them to book airfare to beach resorts with close access to rain forests via courtesy shuttle. There was no prospect of video, high-def or otherwise. The camera was so backward that every lurching specimen his father enlisted from the passersby was able to operate it sans hassle, no matter the depth of cow-eyed vacancy in their tourist faces or local wretchedness inverting their spines. His family posed on the museum steps or beneath the brilliant marquee with the poster screaming over their left shoulders, always the same composition. The boy stood in the middle, his parents'' hands dead on his shoulders, year after year. He didn''t smile in every picture, only that percentage culled for the photo album. Then it was in the cab to his uncle''s and up
From the Publisher
In this wry take on the post-apocalyptic horror novel, a pandemic
has devastated the planet. The plague has sorted humanity into two
types: the uninfected and the infected, the living and the living
Now the plague is receding, and Americans are busy rebuilding
civilization under orders from the provisional government based in
Buffalo. Their top mission: the resettlement of Manhattan. Armed
forces have successfully reclaimed the island south of Canal
Street-aka Zone One-but pockets of plague-ridden squatters remain.
While the army has eliminated the most dangerous of the infected,
teams of civilian volunteers are tasked with clearing out a more
innocuous variety-the "malfunctioning" stragglers, who exist in a
catatonic state, transfixed by their former lives.
Mark Spitz is a member of one of the civilian teams working in
lower Manhattan. Alternating between flashbacks of Spitz's
desperate fight for survival during the worst of the outbreak and
his present narrative, the novel unfolds over three surreal days,
as it depicts the mundane mission of straggler removal, the rigors
of Post-Apocalyptic Stress Disorder, and the impossible job of
coming to grips with the fallen world.
And then things start to go wrong.
Both spine chilling and playfully cerebral, Zone One
brilliantly subverts the genre's conventions and deconstructs the
zombie myth for the twenty-first century.
About the Author
COLSON WHITEHEAD is the author of the national
best seller Sag Harbor and the novels The Intui
tionist, John Henry Days, and Apex Hides the
Hurt, as well as The Colossus of New York, a
collection of essays. A recipient of a Whiting Writers' Award and a
MacArthur Fellowship, he lives in New York City.
PRAISE FOR ZONE ONE : " THE BEST BOOK OF THE FALL...provides the chilling, fleshy pleasures of zombies who lurch, pursue, hunger...while brilliantly reformulating an old-hat genre." -- Esquire “If you’re going to break down and read a zombie novel, make it this one.” --The Wall Street Journal “ [Whitehead] takes the genre of horror fiction, mines both its sense of humor and self-seriousness, and emerges with a brilliant allegory of New York living.” -- New York Observer "A zombie story with brains...Readers who wouldn''t ordinarily creep into a novel festooned with putrid flesh might be lured by this certifiably hip writer who can spine gore into macabre poetry...Everything comes to life in this perfectly paced, horrific, 40-page finale shot through with grim comedy and desolate wisdom about the modern age in all its poisonous, contaminating rage. It''s a remarkable episode, but elevated by the power of Whitehead''s prose to the level of those other ash-covered nightmares imagined by T.S. Eliot, F. Scott Fitzgerald and Cormac MacCarthy. --Ron Charles, The Washington Post “Whitehead writes with a sharp, descriptive power, reeling off one pithy observation after the next in a way that invests this post-apocalyptic world with a surprisingly tactile presence.” --The Associated Press “Whitehead, himself a New Yorker, writes about Spitz’s travails in the brooding, vertical metropolis with a dark poetry, which makes