Showing posts with label zombies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zombies. Show all posts

Friday, January 08, 2010

The Living Dead, by John Joseph Adams


The Living Dead
John Joseph Adams (editor)
Night Shade Books: 2008


You want zombies? John Joseph Adams has your zombies right here. It’s The Living Dead, a World Fantasy Award nominated anthology. The stories collected in The Living Dead present a varied vision of what a zombie story can be. While Dan Simmons tells a more conventional zombie story in “This Year’s Class Picture”, Clive Barker’s “Sex, Death and Starshine” presents a more animated zombie interested in the theatre, and Hannah Wolf Bowen lists out reasons why “Everything is Better with Zombies”. The breadth of fiction here is impressive.

There are some extremely disturbing stories in The Living Dead. George R. R. Martin’s “Meathouse Man” is the first story that comes to mind, with the grotesqueries of the necrophilic sex trade depicted. The story provokes a visceral reaction, but Nina Kirki Hoffman’s excellent “The Third Dead Body” provokes an emotional one.

The Living Dead is chock-full of fantastic stories, but if there is any flaw with the anthology it is simply that there sheer volume of zombie stories here can overwhelm the reader (like, well, zombies do). This is not an anthology to read straight through with very few breaks (unless one is a true zombie aficionado). Rather, to achieve maximum enjoyment, readers would be better served to dip in and read a story or maybe two per day. With thirty-four stories to choose from, this is a necrotic meal to savor.

The Living Dead is a fantastic introductory volume of zombie stories. John Joseph Adams has pulled from renowned authors and from the seminal zombie-fiction anthologies. This is a fantastic volume to jump in and see what is possible with zombies. Some readers may question the exclusion of Max Brooks from The Living Dead, but there is little else to quibble about with this massive anthology. The fiction here is top rate and JJA has a knack for picking an outstanding story.

Open the cover. Turn the page. Check out the zombie delights.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Friday, June 13, 2008

Is it?

Guess we're not as safe as I thought. Some zombies broke in. Bit the girl. After we shot them, we had to shoot her too. Then we burned her. When I say "we", I mean "they".

It should be over soon, though, right?

house

I'm in some Hmong guy's house in Deephaven right now. We've got more guns than are technically legal. They've given me a couple that I really need to just point and pull the trigger and the gun will take care of the rest.

Did you ever feel as if your life was one big video game?

Minnetonka was damned overrun with zombies. I hate those fucking things. Zombies everywhere.

Did you know that zombies shit? Seriously. That town was covered in zombie shit. I guess all that flesh and brain they eat has to go somewhere. I had no clue zombies still had a digestive system.

Anyway.

I feel as safe as possible. Bloomington, to the best of my knowledge, is under water. Even the parts that it doesn't make sense, it's underwater. Something weird, I tell you. I'm in a house with twelve other people (does that make me Judas?) and only one of them speaks English. It'll come as no surprise that I speak neither White Hmong nor Green Hmong. Shoot, sometimes I can barely not stutter my way through English.

We'll see.

hitch

I hitched a ride with some stupid motorist. Stupid because he stopped for me, not because he was dumb. I'll take it.

I told him I didn't care where I was going.

Where did he take me? Minne-freaking-tonka.

What is in Minnetonka? Lake Minne-freaking-tonka.

I'd complain, but I do live in a state with more than 11,000 lakes.

still alive

Still alive. Still alive. Still alive.

Out of breath.

I'm pretty sure I'm over by Wood Lake right now. This would have been an easier day if my busted up knees hadn't kept me from staying in marathon shape. I swear I could amputate my knee without anesthetic right now and I would hurt less than I do.

Umm....

The more I think about it, the more I think Wood Lake is a bad idea. Water = Zombies. Zombies = Bad.

I saw a small child eat his mother this afternoon. I didn't have time to vomit.

On the Move

I see them, those ghosts of Christmas past – waving their chains, moaning, calling out for brains, grasping mindlessly but with purpose.

I may be medicated, but I ain’t stupid.

Time to go.

River

The river has risen much faster than expected. The flooding is stretching past Old Shakopee Rd and is expected to reach the Hyland Park Reserve within the hour. Houses that we weren’t going to evacuate for days are now underwater.

It’s not even raining.

Something is coming out with the water. People are dying, and not just from the flood.

My office has received so many calls the phone line fried itself.

Why am I so calm, you ask?

If you must know, I’m heavily medicated right now. My family is out of the state and so is out of harm’s way, and I am on so many different medications that standing too close to me might get you strung out. That’s how I plan to get through today.

I haven’t even tazed anyone yet.

Reports

There are reports of strange shapes seen coming out of the river. I don’t have good footage, just something shot with a camcorder. The guy’s hand was shaky and there is a whole lot of “oh, my gods”, but those shapes seem a bit familiar.

This shouldn’t be possible.

I called the governor. Or, more accurately, I tried to call the governor, but Pawlenty’s secretary wouldn’t put me through. Said he has better things to do than talk to just any crack pot city councilman. I told her that he just lost my vote, but to be honest, I didn’t vote for him the first time around. Didn’t plan on voting for him next time, either.

I want to provide leadership, as if anyone would listen, but I’d kind of like a little bit of leadership myself.

This is just going to get worse.

Disappearance

Umm...

A couple of less stupid people have disappeared while investigating down by the river. These are people who know better and were just doing their jobs.

Not to be cliché, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

ZGW

A film crew from Girls Gone Wild is now in town. They’re shooting a new video special: Zombies Gone Wild.

I think I might taze myself.

Drowning

Natural Selection has begun to take place. I just got a call about some drownings down by the Minnesota River. Because of all the rain we’ve had the last few weeks the river has been rising and isn’t expected to crest for another couple of days. We’ll probably issue evacuation orders for southern Bloomington in the next day or so. Until then, I’ll be happy to hear that we’re weeding some of the stupider people out of the gene pool.

Oh, folks have been setting up parties over by the river so they can go swimming and mix beer, swimming, and pretending to be zombies.

Morons

A bunch of yahoos wearing nothing but zombie masks and jock straps just ran by my office.

I’m going to taze the next ass-hat who does something stupid.

Anniversary

Today is the One Year Anniversary of the Zombie Apocalypse of 2007. Do you know what the drunk ass clowns of Bloomington have planned to honor the dead?

24 Hour Zombie Parties.

Yeah, because that’s a good idea.

A few well organized parties have already been going for 8 hours. Most people are going to wait until sometime in the afternoon, I think, and the rest will party after work.

I hate people today. I was elected to the Bloomington city council in a special election last year after most of the city government was eaten. Apparently enough of the survivors had liked my book reviews to get me through. Well, that, and not too many people wanted to take the vacated seat of someone whose brains still stained the chair. Not me. I don’t have any class.

The rest of the city council overruled me and authorized official zombie parties.

Morons.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Blog Like it's the End of the World 2008

Dear Gentle Reader,

Tomorrow is June 13. This is the official "Blog Like its the End of the World" day. You know, like I did last year.

So, tomorrow will be filled with zombie apocalypse related posting. I'm going in a different direction than last year. Less exciting, perhaps.

I have a few entries preloaded into Blogger right now, and they'll post throughout the day.

Advance apologies to Cherie Priest. I loved Not Flesh Nor Feathers so much I completely, though with love and admiration, cribbed the essential non-spoiler plot point from the novel for the zombie posts.

So...all credit, honor, praise, and respect goes to Cherie Priest for the brilliance of the idea. It's her idea. Not mine. All blame for the poor execution...well...that goes on me.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Dead in the West, by Joe R. Lansdale


There are two types of people in the world: Those who think a Zombie Western is an awesome idea, and those who, strangely, don't.

Dead in the West is written for the former, but is good enough that even the latter may be converted. The story opens with some good old fashioned horror. A stage coach is set upon by...well, we don't see what the stage coach is set upon by, but it comes quick and is deadly. There is a creature, we know that much.

A Reverend comes to town, Jebediah Mercer. He carries a gun. Reverend Mercer is the quintessential Western man, owing much to Clint Eastwood's Pale Rider as anything else. He is a man of the cloth, but a hard and dangerous man, doing God's work with his gun.
The man was dressed in black from boots to hat, save for a dusty white shirt and the silver glitter of a modified .36 colt Navy revolver in his black sash waist band. His face, like many men of the Word, was hard and stern. But there was something definitely unGodlike about the man. He had the cool, blue eyes of a cold killer - the eyes of a man who had seen the elephant and seen it well. - pg 8
It isn't clear exactly why the Reverend has come to Mud Creek, but he has, and just in time to find himself in the midst of a zombie outbreak. Is there a better time to come to Mud Creek?

In the hands of any other author, Dead in the West could come across as exceptionally campy, but instead we are given a hard driven story laced with black humor and outstanding zombie action. There is a curse on Mud Creek, and that curse is the blessing of the reader because Lansdale is a master of this blend of action, horror, western, fantasy, and comedy, laced with dialogue so sharp it'll leave a scar.

The narration of Lansdale is not to be missed. The attitude drips off the page.

Dead in the West begins with the horror occurring off the page, with the screams cut off and the damage unseen. As Lansdale spins the story, the horror is more and more real, more in the face of the reader and builds until the violence and tension has to burst out and explode into one hell of a conclusion.

A Joe Lansdale novel is a vicious treat and Dead in the West has to be one of his best. This is not to be missed.


Reading copy provided courtesy of Night Shade Books.


One thing I wonder...is Reverend Mercer from Dead in the West the same as Reverend Rains from the Lansdale story "Deadman's Road"? There are differences, sure, namely how the choice of firearm and how said firearm is carried (sashes vs holsters), but how many gun toting Reverends can there really be?

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Cell, by Stephen King


Cell
Stephen King
Scribner: 2006

My initial expectation regarding Cell was that the novel would be a simple horror / thriller having something to do with cell phones. Perhaps the bad guy would use a cell phone to terrorize. Perhaps there is some way a cell phone would play a large role in the story. Cell is nothing like what I expected. Cell is a post apocalyptic novel where the use of cell phones played a major role in causing the apocalypse. Rather than playing a continuing role in the shaping of the novel, once the event called "The Pulse" occurred, the issue of cell phones is essentially done. At this point Cell is a story of human survival.

With the post apocalyptic setting, Cell is reminiscent of The Stand (which I have not read, but I know the basics of), but in a more modern setting and with a very modern cause. The dedication before the novel is to George Romero, which should tell us something about what is about to come. Romero is a master of the zombie horror movie and Cell brings us a new version of Zombie Horror. Victims of the Pulse are turned into little more than mindless zombies. The victims make guttural sounds, speaking gibberish and mindlessly attacking not with weapons, but with their own teeth. The idea of zombies coming out only at night has been flipped, because the zombies only come out during the day which is just one more shift the survivors have to adapt to in their hopes of staying alive.

After the first section or two, when Clay Riddell and several other survivors begin moving north out of Boston to Maine, Cell loses something. Clay still deals with the immediacy of the horror of what happened, but the horror is at a distance. There is grotesquery and gore, but mostly, until the Ragged Man makes an appearance, the threat seems minimized. The victims have been turned into virtual zombies and are easy to avoid. Things change and the events are horrific, but it is almost as if for the middle section of the novel the characters have been let off the hook. Then, near the end King ratchets the horror and the fear back up again. But, much of the novel has a feel of dispirited wandering, much along the lines of Cormac McCarthy's The Road (only with much more dialogue and clear storytelling than McCarthy employs). The Road may be a superior literary novel, but they cover much of the same ground with the band of travelers trying to find a safe haven in their world, both hoping and fearing to find more survivors. The Road is a post apocalyptic in a more literary tradition (though still very much SF), Cell feels like an homage to the film work of George Romero. This is not a bad thing, just something to note. Just another way to tell a story.

Back to that middle section of the novel. Our protagonists are moving ever more northward, with the occasional stop at a prep school or in various houses and motels, but for a period of time, perhaps a hundred pages, the story has stalled. I am thinking of the prep school section, which is odd because there is a good deal of story and set up occurring here, and some action, and some very important dreams. But in what is essentially a road novel, when the characters stop moving for several days the story stops too because we know that until Clay gets to his hometown in Maine nothing can possibly be resolved. The stop at the prep school is vital for the story Stephen King is telling, but this same section and the beginning of the next is the largest drain on the story. The prep school section begins strongly enough, but again, once the characters stop moving...

Overall, Cell is unlikely to be one of the memorable Stephen King novels. I can see a film adaptation in the story, which will extend the novel's longevity, but despite being almost the perfect sort of Post-9/11 horror novel, it is not the masterwork of horror that it could have been and which King is very much capable of. Still an enjoyable read, in whatever twisted sense that means for a novel of this sort, and there is no lingering disappointment in King’s storytelling, and it can be a frightening work of fiction at times (that first moment at the stadium, the first moments after the Pulse?), but Cell also stalls at times.

The Bottom Line: The premise is chilling and I look at my cell phone with a "what if" on my lips, but Cell fails to fully satisfy or perhaps fully realize its potential. After the Pulse, Cell is just another road / zombie story with some interesting theories interspersed throughout. Still, as with most Stephen King novels, Cell is entertaining throughout.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

bluar

7:51 PM -

blllllllllllluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

feeling a bit off

7: 32 PM -

I'm catching other reports of zombie activity. Authors Elizabeth Bear and Cherie Priest are having trouble. Not to mention a host of other reports.

I got a feed from CNN before it went dark. The President has called all troops home to deal with the Zombie Problem, as W called it. Martial Law is in effect. I can hear fighter jets overhead and sonic booms as they breach the sound barrier. I guess we'll finally get the troops home from Iraq, but I think this is too late for the rest of us. I see explosions in the distance. I hope its the good guys fighting back. I hope my wife is okay. I have not been able to reach her on the phone. I love her so much!!!!!!

I don't feel very well. I think I need to lay down.

zomb on the lawn

7:15 PM -

There is a zombie on my front lawn. I've accepted that is what is happening. He looks like a neighbor. Shoot! It is my neighbor! It's Old Man Winter!

I could really use a weapon right now. I don't have a gun. Not even a bat. A hockey stick might be helpful.

Hmm. There is an assortment of kitchen knives. I'm trying to peer through the cracks of the blinds. I dare not touch the blinds. I don't want to catch the eye of Zombie Man Winter.

Son of a ------

He's chewing the cable between the satellite dish and the house.

That's it!!