Whether mistakenly or intentionally Far East scientists have done a very big and very bad thing with some mushrooms. Spanning most of Canada, east to west and back again, a man fights to get home to his family while fungus eats at the world like a visible plague. It ain’t easy.
William Meikle paints vast and vivid picture of a world gone to flora and spores. Chaos and heartbreak mire the days that mount as the fungus increases its hold on the globe. The suspense is thick as Campbell’s condensed mushroom soup. Realistic characters demand attention and earn the spiralling emotional responses, achieved through palpable and all-encompassing terror.
There is little to dislike about Fungoid, something I find tends to be the case with the works of William Meikle. The concept of thinking mushrooms and the simple answers breeding hope, cast alongside the darkness shadow any potential sunny outcome, made this story work and gel from start to finish. Things got ugly, folks died, good and not so good. If anything, perhaps there was room to expand, feature more fates tugging heartstrings, verge into other specs on the globe, but it wasn’t actually necessary. This is more of an enjoyment greed.
As far as picking up a short novel –feeling even shorter than actuality thanks to atmospheric pressure and the constant itch of what comes next?– there’s significantly worse and amply trodden avenues of apocalyptic literature to consume.
Lightning fast, engaging and thoroughly entertaining.