Motherless, smoking gleefully as I taught English deep in the
heart of rural Japan, I would sneer fabulously at the state of child
rearing. Playdate I would exclaim, are for parents without lives, attempting to
pander to the fear of the unknown, the proverbial bogeyman that haunted
the bushes. This was the early 2000’s; I had soaked up enough X-File conspiracies to slightly jade my naivety as I boarded a plane for a job that I was completely unqualified for. The
life of an overseas English language teacher is a complex pattern of terrorized
moments of grammatical uncertainties, couched in a westernized, idolized
bravado. I had no business teaching. Every child under the age of 6 who walked
through my classroom door was adeptly aware of this fact, taking full
advantage of the language barrier to barrage me with insults. It was a
wonderful time.
And so, as the mindless
horde of an afternoon playdate begins to unfold around me, I reconcile with my
younger self. Arranged play is completely deranged. Gathering like-minded
maniacs into an enclosed space leads to tears, drinking and silent swearing.
The solemn nod of the parental collective grieves with me, as I circumnavigate
my dilemma. Short-sighted decisions that align child whims to adult
time-lines will only breed the zombie armies.
It's true; World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War by Max Brooks has seeped into my
mundane perspective. I walk autumnal streets, unhinged with ghoulish
daydreams of macabre fingers snatching at my ankles while I skip through the fallen
leaves. A composite diary of the human condition, World War Z documents a
global war for survival. Imagine, a zombie shuffling down your street, now blossom this slightly horrific image to millions of infected, animated undead, relentless in their individualized search for flesh.
With zombies dragging through my dreams, I wake speculating if humanity's drive for modernity has unhinged our global future. Heady stuff for a zombie book I admit, but any true dystopian story-line should fester our fantasies, spawning layers of unease. War Z effectuates all that we fear.
World War Z: An Oral History Of The Zombie War lives up to this girl's idea of a zombie book.
World War Z: An Oral History Of The Zombie War lives up to this girl's idea of a zombie book.
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