KELVOO’S TESTIMONIAL | Kirkus Reviews

Are we not males? We’re—nicely, ask Bigfoot, as Brooks does on this pleasant yarn, following on his bestseller World Battle Z (2006).

A zombie apocalypse is one factor. A volcanic eruption is sort of one other, for, because the journalist who does a framing voice-over narration for Brooks’ newest places it, when Mount Rainier popped its cork, “it was the psychological side, the hyperbole-fueled hysteria that had ended up killing the most individuals.” Perhaps, however the sasquatches whom the volcano displaced contributed to the statistics, too, if solely out of self-defense. Brooks locations the epicenter of the Bigfoot battle in a high-tech hideaway populated by the sort of folks you may discover in a Jurassic Park franchise: the schmo who doesn’t know how you can do a lot of something however tries anyway, the well-intentioned bleeding coronary heart, the know-it-all mental who seems to know the improper issues, the immigrant with a troublesome backstory and an intuition for survival. Certainly, the novel does double obligation as a survival handbook, packed full of fine recommendation—as an illustration, strive to not get wounded, for “harm turns you from a giver to a taker. Taking over our sources, our time to take care of you.” Brooks presents a case for making room for Bigfoot on this planet whereas peppering his narrative with well timed social criticism about dangerous conduct on the human facet of the battle: The explosion of Rainier might need been higher forecast had the president not slashed the funds of the U.S. Geological Survey, resulting in “fast suspension of the Nationwide Volcano Early Warning System,” and there’s all the time somebody round seeking to monetize the pure catastrophe and the sasquatch-y onslaught that follows. Brooks is a professional at constructing suspense even when it performs out in some reasonably spectacularly yucky episodes, one involving a brief spear that takes its identify from “the sucking sound of pulling it out of the lifeless man’s coronary heart and lungs.” Grossness apart, it places you proper there on the scene.

A tasty, if not all the time tasteful, story of supernatural mayhem that followers of King and Crichton alike will take pleasure in.