Frighteningly dull. Perhaps the most pointless succession of words ever committed to the page.
The blurb at the back of the book, the concept is quite interesting. Unfortunately, this is it in terms of plot. All of this detail is established around page 50 or so.
What happens in the monstrous, monstrous morass that follows? Absolutely fuc*ing nothing.
Allegedly, this is a story about a pandemic. In it, the characters sit in meeting rooms talking about things in broad concepts. Reading it is like sitting in those meetings at work that you want to leave. Despite this being a global pandemic, all we get is a mealy-mouthed gesture of academics talking. If what is required for 'hard sci-fi' is this...well, it's just mean spirited. Most of the time, the academics are talking about research funding and room bookings. I couldn't even make it up. It's literally like reading the minute's of your 9-5 pointless job. BUT IT'S REAAL, EDMUND! IT'S REAAL LIFE! If this is real life, I'd rather be dead.
The ultimate tell-talk-tell-talk-tell. AND NO SHOW! Somewhere around the 400 page mark, one of the characters looks into a microscope AND DISCOVERS SOMETHING NEW!! Whilst I was amused by how naff a gesture this was, the grasping-at-straws...something...something...is...happening...
What does the pandemic do? It makes more babies.
Tragic.
Why didn't I give it up? At around the 300 page, as if the author has realised how aggressively soporific his book is, people start rioting.
Yes, that's right. People are rioting about a pandemic. Eaeargh.
There's some issue with abortion that could have been interesting. But since this is the most boring disease ever invented, I'm not entirely sure why they don't just have the babies.
Why did I keep going? Well, I thought that the riots might mean anything. But it's indicative of this sludge of a book that the riots all happened 'off-camera', in the end amounted to nothing (they stopped), and the riots themselves WERE ENTIRELY DESCRIBED THROUGH MEETINGS.
Pass me a doughnut. Preferably one with cyanide. Not 'Darwin's Radio' cyanide, cyanide that actually does something.
Then the president gets blowed up. So what? Why? Exactly.
Then two characters have a relationship and the last torrid mile of this ridiculous book is reached. Another character is 'heart broken', and the woman feels bad for him, as if any aspect of their relationship that wasn't two office workers talking. Again, like anything of import that happened in this book, the burning question WHAT ON EARTH IS EVERYBODY SO WORKED UP ABOUT?
So, there's some domesticity at the end. It's really boring. But at least it's something.
I genuinely felt that this was aggressively dull, and by that I meant that I felt like the author was so keen on writing a 'serious book', they were forcing mundanity, worse than that, down my throat.
It's a book that literally made me consider stopping reading entirely.