The government accidentally releases a new, despotic and self-appointed
triffid poison. The narrative begins with Masen in prison, bandaged,
constantly under threat. Smartphone alerts. Venomous, carnivorous
misinformation lined with public health scavengers. A strictly enforced
contact-tracing programme. With military personnel chained to his eyes
he finds large numbers have tested positive. Disobeying quarantine,
the escaped triffids drive an armoured car and urge people to wash.
Assigned numbers, international visitors decide to form their own settlement
on the Isle of Wight. After discovering her hoarding medical supplies,
militaristic representatives establish a colony in a young sighted girl.
Anyone can be called by officials, who have harsh penalties
for triffid cultivation. Nearly everyone is ghostly. Masen suspects
public transport, large with staff and patients, is a mask. Stations are hung
with those who break guidelines. After the unbandaging,
the triffids leave the streets. The novel ends in Sussex, with the blind
burying a boy around the fenced exterior. In chaos, triffids pour in.
Matt Quinn lives in Brighton, England. His poems can be found online at Rattle, The Morning Star, The Deaf Poets Society, New Boots and Pantisocracies, The New Verse News and elsewhere.