On an Excess of Zombies

What is the fucking deal with zombies?

I swear, sometimes it feels like the world has gone zombie-crazy. Everybody’s talking zombies. Zombies this, zombies that. Zombies, zombies, zombies.

I don’t get it.

Why, just today, I pounded my desk at work, lest I shout at the top of my lungs, “Stop with the fucking zombies, already!”

Hell, somebody’s going to stage a zombie Hamlet. Just you watch. There’s already a vampire “version” – just look at Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Undead.

Then I read about this.

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.

Yes, Jane Austen meets Zombies. Which is doubly offensive to my sense of good taste.

Firstly, it seems like everytime I’m in the bookstore I see someone’s brand spanking new sequel to Pride and Prejudice. Writers, just leave Jane Austen be.

And secondly, it’s fucking zombies!

I give the author points, however, for a book that can be this: “What ensues is a delightful comedy of manners with plenty of civilized sparring between the two young lovers — and even more violent sparring on the blood-soaked battlefield as Elizabeth wages war against hordes of flesh-eating undead.”

I don’t even want to know.

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