The librarian at work recommended this, and Guillermo del Toro gave it praise on the cover, so I'm giving it a go.
Just finished it. Call me a Hater, but I hated it.
Okay, so it's supposed to be a creative retelling of the old zombie story, right? By the way, SPOILER ALERT...don't read any more if you don't want to read spoilers...
So imagine a zombie story told from the point of view of one of the zombies. Hmm. That could be interesting, kind of like classic fairy tales told from an alternate POV. That idea has promise. But here's my problem with Hater. I don't like the main character. I never like him. Before he changes, or after he changes. He's repugnant. I understand the concept of an anti-hero, but even anti-heroes have something likable about them. Danny has a crappy job and he feels burdened and worn out by family life. And because it's told from his POV, we get the message loud and clear how much he hates his life, hates his father-in-law, hates his boss, hates his kids, hates hates hates hates hates.
And then he becomes a Hater. He changes for some unknown reason and becomes a killing machine. Kill the non-haters before they get you, even if that includes your own family. Am I supposed to like him more now?
It's basically gore-porn. I don't mind violence in movies or books, but the violence in this book seems to exist for no more of a deeper reason than because the author thinks it's cool. And apparently others do too. (Guillermo del Toro bought the film rights? Really?)
Del Toro says on the jacket that it's a cautionary tale. Hmm. About 30 percent of the population changes into killing machines who kill for reasons of self-manifested self-preservation. They become paranoid psychotics, intent on wiping out the others that are different from them. I don't need a cautionary tale for man's ability to do this. I already have a big one. It was called World War II. But okay, I'll cut Del Toro some slack. He bought the film rights. He's trying to sell books. Whatever.
The concept I'm still cool with. Telling the zombie story from the zombie POV. And making the "zombie-ness" to be a mysterious transformation where you feel like you have to kill others to protect yourself, because you feel that they'll kill you (even though, except for the soldiers, the non-Haters don't generally make the first move or provoke the violence)...okay, that could be interesting.
But...
Maybe it's because I'm a devoted family man. Any time Danny told his kids to shut up, or bemoaned how much they bugged him, or how much his wife nagged him, or how annoying his father-in-law was, I lost more and more empathy for this guy. He was a complainer. A weakling. He's bad with relationships, to say the least. If I'm asked to identify with this guy (and by point of him being the main character, I am tacitly asked to identify with this guy) there's got to be something I can relate to. Yes, he felt a little bit of warmth towards his youngest child. The scene where they fell asleep together was sweet. But too soon, it turns into zombie love, where he yearns for his daughter because she too has changed into a killing machine. So much for any chance of identification with this dolt.
I'm sorry, Mr. Moody, but you've written a nasty little book, and not even that well (hasn't anyone ever told you that overuse of adverbs makes for weak writing? And I nearly threw up in my mouth when I read the line "This is what I was born to do." You've got to be kidding me.) I don't care about Danny, so I don't care about his plight or the war that the ending so dramatically sets up for the sequels (I'd rather drink a glass-shard smoothie than read a sequel to this book).