If you thought “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies” was a clever idea, have I got a book for you.
“The New Deadwardians” (Vertigo, $14.99) is like a mash-up of “Downton Abbey” and “The Walking Dead,” with a sprinkle of “True Blood.” If that seems a preposterous combination, rest assured that it is not — in fact, it’s bloodsuckingly, zombie-bitingly, aristocratically delightful.
What makes it work is the thought that Dan Abnett, a fan-favorite comics writer, has put into the world his story inhabits. “Deadwardians” takes place in London in 1910, the tail end of the Edwardian age, and he brilliantly re-creates the sharp class differences of the time. I’m no expert, but it seems to me that Abnett — a Brit himself — deftly portrays the differing occupations and social norms of both “toffs” and working-class Londoners.
But not the lower classes, because they’re all zombies! Where our world and Abnett’s diverge is a mysterious zombie plague that breaks out in 1861, we learn in flashback, and threatens to overwhelm the world’s only superpower, Great Britain. In desperation, those in the ruling class of Victorian England take “the cure”: They become vampires, so that the zombies take no interest in them.
That sacrifice — upper-class English are immortal, but no longer experience pain or pleasure — provides enough of an edge to achieve an uneasy equilibrium with “the restless.” The cities are walled off, to protect the working class — the only normal humans left — so they can continue tending the industries that make England pre-eminent. The dead, drawn by the smell of living beings, lurk by the fences. These creatures, standing outside the life and wealth of England, are both a constant threat and, metaphorically, a subtle commentary on class distinctions.
Not so subtle is the idea of the idle rich being literal as well as metaphorical bloodsuckers. But hey, how could Abnett resist?
Needless to say, this world would be fun to explore all on its own. But there’s a plot, too — a murder mystery in a world where most people aren’t alive anyway. The story focuses on the efforts of the last homicide detective in London to ferret out the who and how of the impossible death of a vampire without the use of impalement, decapitation or incineration. His investigation takes him to the lowest establishments of the East End (whorehouses, now called “thirsty houses” for the new service they provide the upper class), to the rot and corruption in the highest reaches of this society.
Often when a writer conceives a huge, comprehensive and cohesive world, the story suffers in favor of displaying all the clever bits. But not Abnett: I found myself genuinely engaged by the murder mystery, as well as the strange existence of Chief Inspector George Suttle, Murder Squad. I hope “Deadwardians” sells well enough that we’ll see him again.