Statement of Disclosure: I was the author’s English teacher in both the eleventh and twelfth grades. He was brilliant then, and he’s only gotten better with age and experience.
I knew Dan was working on this book, and when the copy I’d ordered arrived in the mail, it had been a long, hot day of running errands, but with hungry cat twining themselves around my ankles and groceries melting on the counter, I nevertheless had to open the package and read the first paragraph…
Three pages later, I was completely enthralled, cats, groceries, and all forgotten in the desire to just keep reading.
Zak’s breadth of knowledge on the subject of the no nukes movement is matched only by his exceptional humanity in conveying the little details of the three lives around whom the book is centered. It is easy enough to portray an octogenarian nun, a Vietnam War veteran, and a homeless man in a sympathetic light, but it might be easier still to wander into bathos or to paint within the lines of stereotypes of Catholic Christian activists. It might also be easy to paint the military-industrial complex and the US government as villainously complicit in perpetuating the engines of annihilation.
Dan Zak does not take the easy road in either—or any—case.
This is a meticulously detailed, compassionate, human, and humane portrayal of a literal life-or-death struggle, but Zak maintains rigorous balance in giving the devil his or her due.
In other words, anyone can say, obviously, that nuclear weapons are bad, but that is a facile and simplistic statement that deserves the careful, thoughtful unpacking that Zak gives it.
For as careful and thoughtful as Zak is, and for as often as he strives to bring to light the myriad complexities of the nuclear proliferation issue, his clever, clean prose often betrays his own humanity, his sense of the moral issues with which he challenges the reader to wrestle. There are word choices that made me snort, chuckle, and cackle in an I-see-what-you-did-there fashion. And, for as often as I was horrified by the relentless facts Zak is unflinching in laying out for the reader, I was also pleasantly surprised by both his turn of phrase and the minutiae of character and local color, for example, that those turns of phrase revealed.
I learned an enormous amount of terrifying, morally outrageous information in Zak’s book, and I also both laughed out loud and cried more than once. What more can a person ask for in a nonfiction book about the end of the world as we know it?
N.B.: This book came out in 2016. I began reading it at once, set it aside for the start of the new school year, and resumed it after the 2016 election. Soon enough, real life as it was happening was too infuriating for me to add yet more infuriation to my daily dose of depression, so I set the book aside waiting for happier days. Those days have not yet arrived, but as I assigned Dan’s book as a choice for my senior students’ summer reading, I figured I should finish it. I’m glad that I did, but it was no easier to carry this additional, horrifying burden of knowledge now than it was in December 2016.