I wonder how many people who join in on hip zombie walks or
watch “The Walking Dead” obsessively or waste hours blasting zombies in the
face while playing “Resident Evil” really know or care about the origins of
their favorite creature? Do they know that origin is not traced to atomic
radiation or rage virus outbreaks? Serious horror fans do not need to be
schooled about the back story of the modern zombie, about how the thing once
known as zombi was not a radiation-tainted brain muncher that tended to go with
the crowd, but rather a voodoo-enchanted victim of slave labor. Even such
serious horror fans will learn a thing or two about these overused, overworked
monsters in Roger Luckhurst’s Zombies: A
Cultural History, even though some of these revelations shouldn’t be too
surprising.
As used in Caribbean culture, zombi seemed an elusive term,
sort of a catchall phrase for all things monstrous or weird—an unusually tall
dog or a three-legged horse that has no trouble walking, for example. Only when
the term passed into the lexicons of anthropologists with a yen for the strange
did the zombie begin to come into focus as a colonialist’s overheated metaphor
for all that is “bizarre,” “superstitious,” and “savage” about non-white
cultures. Luckhurst spends a great deal of his book discussing the racist
implications of the zombie that have largely been lost since it became an easy
metaphor for anything run out of control in the twenty-first century. Luckhurst
points out that the original racist implications are still apparent in such
contemporary works as World War Z,
but his book is interesting because it is so largely concentrated on the
creature’s pre-George Romero breed. Luckhurst not only discusses the zombie’s historical background—and he
shows how it is always lurking around history’s worst atrocities from slavery
to the holocaust to the dawn of WMDs— but its depiction in film (unlike other
zombie books I’ve read, this one spends as much time dissecting White Zombie as Night of the Living Dead), pulp literature, comics, cocktails, and so on. In
doing so, the author has made today’s most overly familiar monster seem fresh
again.
The writer’s tendency to lean on academic clichés makes the
tale-telling a little less fresh (everything is liminal), but the narrative is always readable and accessible. Luckhurst
is highly critical of most of the works he discusses, but he usually makes his
case well. I only took issue with his main criticism of Dawn of the Dead, which the author believes is “smug” for implying
that its audience is exceptional for being in on the joke and not falling into
the mindless consumerism of the film’s monsters. I think the film has a more
constructive purpose in exposing the destructiveness of such consumerism, that
Romero is attempting to give his audience something to aspire to by inspiring
them to reject the behavior they see on screen, behavior they’ve probably
indulged in many times before. Zombies: A
Cultural History can serve a similarly constructive function by getting
zombie fans to start thinking more critically about the creatures they’ve watched
kill and be killed so many times before.