The cover of The Postmortal is one of the coolest images I've seen in a long time. Death impaled by his own scythe – be not proud, indeed.
The idea behind Drew Magary's great new book is simple: aging, as it turns out, is caused by one gene. Shut that gene off and you stop aging; accidents and disease are still a problem, but you've cured death by natural causes. Now compound that discovery with the fact that any person who gets the Cure simply stops aging. People don't become younger, they just don't get older, frozen at their "Cure age." What happens next?
