Predicting the future is a tricky thing. It is, invariably, one of the most inconstant of certainties. One never knows how one’s narrative will play out, either in life or between the pages.
Perhaps
that is what I like best in Steph Bowe’s posthumously published, Sunny At
The End Of The World. Even this ingenious title suggests something beyond
utter hopelessness. Can an ending really be the start of something new? This
premise forms just one part of Bowe’s YA fiction which prima facie, seems a
straightforward dystopic foray into Zombieland.
We’ve
seen that all before, right? An almost comic romp into the horror of the after dead.
And yet, within Bowe’s capable and quirky hands, Sunny’s worlds, past and future,
assume a reality that teens immediately warm to.
It’s 2018 just days after a global outbreak leaves the world afflicted and stricken. Zombies plague the major living centres, destroying civilisation as we know it, undermining any survivors’ sense of security and sanity.