I had actually intended to enter the Terry Pratchett Prize back in 2010, but due to my own need for high quality, I never completed a book on time. Two books won that year, Apocalypse Cow by Michael Logan, and Half Sick of Shadows by David Logan. And finally, those two books got published earlier this year. They may have won the prize, but would they win my interest? I decided to begin with the provocatively titled darkly comic book Apocalypse Cow...
In Scotland, an abbatoir is burnt to the ground to try and stop a new kind of virus from spreading. Problem is, the cow infected has escaped, and is spreading the virus to not just cows, but other animals. The government is trying to cover things up, and the plague and attempted coverup impacts many people. Like Geldof Peters, whose New Age mother bans meat-eating, and makes him wear hemp clothing, which he is allergic to. And then there's Lesley McBrien, a journalist eager to make the big time on her own, and gets a tip about the coverup, only to foul it up badly. And there's abbatoir worker Terry Borders, whose love life is hampered by the smell of dead cow on him, and who was at ground zero. They're not heroes. They're caught up in one of the most disastrous events to ever befall the UK, and they want to leave. But not only do they have infected animals after them, but also the persistent Mr Brown, who wants to see everyone who knows the truth dead and buried. So they're pretty much boned...
Apocalypse Cow is not Terry Pratchett. Nor is it anywhere near his level. But the book itself is an enjoyable dark comedy (especially for a first book), albeit a gruesome one that reads somewhere between a spoof of Resident Evil and The Stand. It does feel a little too simplistic, too straightforward, and at times, a damn sight too perverse. In fact, it may be all the hype about this story for winning the prize, but I feel a little cheated. But there are still some good gags, and even some biological justification (as well as humour) for the more disturbing behaviour of the infected animals.
The characters are fine enough, and for the main viewpoint characters, fleshed out enough to give a certain amount of realism. But Mr Brown is a ridiculously cardboard villain who seems to be acting more out of malice than engaging in a coverup, and while one does feel sorry for Fanny Peters (Geldof's overbearing New Age vegetarian mother) once she dies, you don't feel a hell of a lot sorry for her for being so wilfully idiotic.
In the end, Apocalypse Cow was average, at least by my standards. It's a good first effort, but the humour could have been a little better polished, and I felt that some characters were too cartoony.