The Truth About Zombies
My name is Erin and I am not a zombie, though my boyfriend, the gangster, Ryu, and the ghoul, Clément, tried to make one of me. They nearly succeeded, too, but Clément blew it—as he usually does—and although I no longer speak, appear to be totally apathetic, and exhibit other zombie-like behaviors, I was not really “made” in the traditional sense. I still have my will. If you read the official accounts, you’ll find that Erin Orison, the talented and rebellious only daughter of American ambassador,...
Dead Love: Zombies in J...
True, it couldn’t be a better time to be a zombie … but author Linda Watanabe McFerrin is a die-hard fan with a dark history that goes back to her childhood. I think this interview by Scott James, author of Soma and The Sower, is dead on. Here’s what he uncovers about...
Dead Love: Zombies in S...
I could be posting till my fingers bleed zombie news, but I have other deadlines, so here’s a quick update. You need to know that there will be a Pirate Zombie Crawl through the streets of San Rafael this eve. It starts in downtown San Rafael and ends up at the Falkirk at around...
9. Let’s Make a D...
It was immediately apparent that they were in a designer grotto. A high wall of bamboo ran around its perimeter and in the center was a series of natural pools the largest of which was fed by a vigorous waterfall. A wall of stone extended from the waterfall in this largest pool to the...
Dead Love: Walking Dead...
I asked my new friend Nacho (we did the Silver Spring Zombie Walk together) to please, please write a review on the new Walking Dead TV series in between his muffin making and literary harangues and he actually came through, which is why I’m currently dead loving him. So here, my...
Dead Love: Horror in Ce...
DEAD LOVE will be in Fresno at Barnes & Noble tomorrow night (7pm, 10/26, B&N on Blackstone) so it’s time to take a look at Central Valley horror and that dead-finitely means Kaci Hansen, founder of the Central Valley Horror Club. Totally hoping some of her Horror Dolls...
Dead Love: Zombie Love ...
It was perfect, wasn’t it? Balmy eve. Full moon, fat and silver, peeking out from behind deep blue curtains of cloud. A gentle mob rocking and rolling through the streets, pawing at restaurant and shop windows as the townspeople on the other side of the glass shake their heads and...
Dead Love: Stampede of ...
So many zombie walks, so little time! There are a staggering number of zombie creep-crawl-stumbles coming up in the next day or so. How to choose? Since I’m here, in the D.C. area, I’ll be joining the parade of the living dead in Silver Spring, though my heart and other vital...