Kenopsia is defined as the “eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet-a school hallway in the evening, an unlit office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds-an emotional afterimage that makes it seem not just empty but hyper-empty, with a total population in the negative, who are so conspicuously absent they glow like neon signs.” (from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows)
I love this word. We’ve all been there, or somewhere, in an eerie space you occupy by yourself…that feels hollow and incomplete because it shouldn’t be empty.
It sets your teeth on edge. It makes you want to whistle or call out, just to see if your voice will echo…but you don’t, because something visceral warns you to stay silent. Just in case. Because other things hide in places devoid of the vulgar noisiness of humanity. Dangerous, silent things that eat souls. You back away slowly and make your way into the cacophony of humanity and technology and sigh in relief at the assault on your eardrums.
It’s not natural, being able to hear the world breathe.
Or is it?
Lets talk about Zombies…yes. Zombies. Zombies don’t breath, they are dead, right? So why do they moan and growl and carry on with lungs that don’t move air? Because silence bothers us.
That’s exactly why my Zombies are silent. It’s an eerie, silent world with only a few survivors. And the Zombies? Why, they don’t even have the common respect to warn you they are coming. How terrifying is that? Kenopsia. The silence of an abandoned world that isn’t quite abandoned, but has abandoned all the rules we thought protected us.
I thought long and hard about how the ZA (Zombie Apocalypse) would happen. It wasn’t going to be your standard fair. There wasn’t going to be an easy answer, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. It was going to be funny, sarcastic and disgusting…that was for sure, but hidden within the action is a good bit of intellectual pseudo-political activism going on. There is a plan for this ZA, and an amazing set of sub-plots, followed by a hairpin twist…if you are ready for the long haul.
You see, we humans have done a good job of ensuring that nothing else on this planet can take us out…except for ourselves. Isn’t it just a delicious bit of irony that we manage to pull it off?
So, here I am, plugging a very different sort of Rhavensfyre novel…series, actually. No sexy times (who wants to make out when it’s hot and nasty out and who knows when your next bath might be?), two bad ass lesbians in charge…and a cast of sassy characters that will sometimes make you want to hug them, and sometimes make you wish they would just jump in a lake.
You will cringe, you may laugh until you cry…and you will come back for more. It’s a funhouse ride through the apocalypse…and there’s enough seats for everyone.