Dead Love: Native Ameri...
As I let the desert heat pull all the ooompf (what little there is) out of me, I speculate on the premise of Native American zombies. Why can’t we have a fine Native American zombie film? George Romero demonstrated exactly what could be done by politicizing an allegorical cinematic...
Dead Love: Octavia E. B...
I think authors make the best revenants. Even the dead ones rise again and take a bow every time someone reads one of their books. My head’s bent today over the last page of Fledgling, a vampire novel by African American science fiction writer Octavia Estelle Butler, who not only...
Dead Love: Erin’s...
I am frankly envious—color me ghoulish green—of all those Christmas letters. I do think they are horrid things for the people who receive them and wonder: Who is this guy? How come I wasn’t included in the year of glorious fun? I was there; why are all those “famous friends” mentioned...
Dead Love: Zappa, Zappa...
Virtuosity! Dweezil Zappa plays Frank Zappa’s Zombie Woof. Guaranteed to get the early a.m. zombie out from behind your eyes. Crazy Zappa stuff. Zombie Woof (excerpt) I got a great big pointed fang Which is my Zomby Toof My right foot is bigger than my other one is Like a...
Dead Love: Zombie in NY...
Oh, dead lovers of the dark and delirious underbelly of just about every person, place and thing, try devouring the Zinester’s Guide to NYC before you visit next. Ayun Halliday corralled the coolest cats ever to spill their guts on NYC’s greatest and grossest and has crammed...