Totally apropos to the current global situation [and shiver-producing] is this 1981 horror novel, republished in 2016. Once germs from a City of London accidentally-excavated "plague pit," initially filled during the Bubonic Plague of 1666, alight on a crew of greedy, treasure-hogging construction workers, the same epidemic is set loose to decimate unprotected modern populations.


I appreciate the comparisons of unprepared health agencies and the speed with which the Pandemic expands with today's conditions. However, the initial occurrence, caused by a not-so-intelligent, angry, antisocial, heavy equipment operator, acting out his aggression, was a little too "staged" to be readily believable, as was the conclusion. Though probably, if Younger Me had originally read this in the 1980's, I might have more likely accepted the premises. After all, in 1980's Horror, "anything went" and a lot of readers ate it up, no matter what form "it" took.