The premise: a virus that turns men into ravaging fast zombies—takes a while to get used to before belief can be suspended. But once it is, we’re off to the races. If you like a good reversed Xanatos Gambit, this book is for you.

It is graphic as fuck. Gory. Perhaps to excess. But you know, so is The Handmaid’s Tale—another apt comparison, as both Atwood and Felker-Martin are in the business of writing speculative fiction that has already happened. And the violence and allegory is in service of the truth.

I didn’t particularly like Fran and Beth but Indi and Robbie, Martinez and the rest of the supporting cast really elevated this book from the snide revenge porn it could have easily devolved into. Sophie is so grotesquely real it is unnerving, eerie.

TERFs and “LGB alliance” types should take note how fascism breeds little pockets of resistance from the inside and if they think Teach’s last, hysterical rambling is a viable solution, they’re deluding themselves. But they’re used to that, so….