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For most people who have a healthy appreciaton for a) zombies; and b) gorgeous writing, the name Alden Bell inspires worship and awe. No one has ever balanced so gracefully on that fine line between literary and genre fiction. It took no more than 30 minutes of The Reapers Are the Angels audiobook for me to realize that I'd stumbled upon something potentially life-changing and I was right - my world hasn't been the same since.
On the last day of Apocalypse!, I am proud and honored beyond belief to be able to share with you a post by Alden Bell, or rather Joshua Gaylord, the person behind the pseudonym.
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I’ve been thinking recently about all the shiny, optimistic fantasies that people frequently append to something as epically disastrous as an apocalypse. Doesn’t it strike you as odd that people get downright giddy about the world coming to an end? I mean, you find yourself daydreaming about it, being jostled on a crowded street during your lunch break. You grow peaceful imagining that sudden blip that will wipe out all these thousands of people around you and leave you free to pillage that McDonald’s on the corner. No lines, no waiting, all those cheeseburgers, just for you! Yes! Apocalypse me!
Of course, the keystone fantasy that drives all the others is that you, yourself, will be one of the few survivors. That right there is an against-all-odds hope, my friends. But let’s take it for granted that you make it. Let’s use that as our starting point. What Christmasy joys do you fantasize about when you imagine yourself a survivor of the apocalypse?
Here are a few common ones:
1. The Man-Alone Survivalist. You take pleasure in discovering that your animal instincts are well sufficient to the task of mastering the world. Secretly, you knew all along that you could outlast your boss if it came down to a Most-Dangerous-Game type of hunt, right?
2. The Shopper. Everything is yours. All that stuff that you really wanted but couldn’t afford before the apocalypse? Just walk into the store (execute a few zombies), and walk out with whatever you want. Breakfast at Tiffany’s? Lunch and dinner, too! Fill a bathtub with diamonds. Where will you bathe? Get another bathtub, it’s free! Enjoy it—it’ll be a long time before you acknowledge that those diamonds have no value.
3. The Sightseer. Related to the Shopper, you are the survivor who loves visiting places like Disneyworld and having the rides all to yourself.
4. The Romantic. You know who else survived? That girl you had a crush on and who never gave you the time of day. Now fate has made it happen that you combine your ingenuities, steal a boat together, and make a new life on a desert island. Love in the time of the Zombie Apocalypse. Maybe the Blue Lagoon thing isn’t working out so well, and she really, really finds you objectionable? No worries. You’ve got all the time in the world, plus a bathtub full of diamonds to give her. Also, you have to Adam-and-Eve the world back to life, right?
5. The Solitairian. You never really liked people anyway, and now you’re luxuriating in day after day of alone time. Now you will finally have the time to read all those books that have been on your to-read list for ages. Just don’t break those reading glasses!
6. The World-Builder. Let’s face it, the pre-apocalyptic world sucked. Now that the slate’s been wiped clean, let’s all get together on this and build a new one! No more taxes! Seriously, we mean it this time.
You want to know what my optimistic post-apocalyptic daydream is? Me, I’m the Voyeur—a relatively rare form of survivor whose greatest joy comes from moving from house to house and picking through the detritus of other people’s previous lives. There it is, the house stands empty, a whole family spirited away right smack dab in the middle of their own little history. What wonders are to be discovered there! What perfectly potted comedies and tragedies wait to be read among the remains! The father buys expensive cigars even though the family is on a budget. You find them hidden in a hollowed-out book on a shelf in his office. The teenage daughter, you discover from her diary, has crushes on both a boy and a girl at her school—sexuality in flux! The ten-year-old son has an unhealthy fixation on his own bowel movements, you find Polaroid pictures of them in a shoebox in his closet. It’s a dirty world, you say, shaking your head—you knew it long before. The mother is having an affair with a man down the block—you find letters from him. Look, there’s his address, and now you can go to his house and continue uncovering the soap opera of these lost lives.
Also, the best stories are the ones that were previously hidden from view, aren’t they? That’s why you have to hunt the dregs to find the gold.
Okay, so it’s a little gross. Certainly not as noble as some of the other post-apocalyptic fantasies. But all writers need to be at least a little voyeuristic, no? I ain’t ashamed. For me, a world absent of its people is a vast library of stories to be read in the objects that remain.
Alden Bell has the same history but is more serious in all the ways you'd like him to be. He engages in bar fights that end amicably and spends a lot of time at the dog track.
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