Could I view my own decay?
What price eternal life? A dead prison harbouring a living mind.
This is the premise of Generation, a completely original take on the living dead.
I’m a great fan of horror and for me the best, like this, offer a stage to play out more troubling implications.
With a world of zombie novels clamouring for attention William Knight has provided a view, through flyblown eyes, of what life as the dead could be like.
Poetic and poignant, I found myself asking, would I go there? Is my drive for life so strong I could view my own decay?
Generation is a multi-levelled horror that does not shirk from the gorier details whilst building on a truly horrific theme.
Well researched, William Knight provides a putrid taste of things to come.
Following the strong central character, Hendrix, the horrible possibilities of genetic engineering are revealed.
The story escalates rapidly into a conspiracy cocktail turned real. The efforts of the powerful to hide their actions pushing Hendrix into revealing deeper secrets.
On one level it shows the collapse of morality when tempted by limitless profit. On another it shows the extremes people will go to when pursued and defamed. Then there are the motivations of those offered an apparent escape from death.
Trapped between them are the stars of the show, the dead. Beautifully written, these tragic characters elicit real sympathy as they exude Struldbrugian sadness.
Each of the dead is trapped in a recurring nightmare from which the only escape is torment and fire, consigned to hell.
These are my favourite parts of Generation, where indeed the real mind games begin and the implications start to work on the subconscious.
It is rare for me to experience physical and spiritual horror within the pages of a novel. Generation leaves a lasting impression, a stain that won’t wash out.