Showing posts with label zombie apocalypse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zombie apocalypse. Show all posts

Sunday, January 23, 2022

Mad About Undead You - Carl S. Plumer

   2012; 285 pages.  Full Title: Mad About Undead You: A Zombie Apocalypse Love Story.  New Author? : Yes.  Genres : Humorous Dark Comedy, Zombie Apocalypse, Paranormal Romance.  Overall Rating : 4*/10.

 

    There’s something strange about the people out and about on the streets of San Francisco.  Donovan Codell is sure of it.  They stink to high heaven.  They have mega-zits.  They growl at people and gnash their teeth a lot.  If they see you, they shuffle towards you.  Not very fast, but very persistently.

 

    Maybe the waiter at the coffeehouse was right.  He said you can’t drink the city’s water right now, although he didn’t say why.  But his coffeehouse will only serve you juice or natural soda.

 

    Oh well, Donovan’s not going to let the locals spoil his day.  He woke up feeling great, in no small part because he had a beautiful girl sleeping beside him.  Nothing short of a zombie apocalypse is going to ruin his mood.

 

    Funny thing about that, Donovan.

 

What’s To Like...

    The setting for Mad About Undead You is the greater San Francisco area, including everything from the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood to several of the islands in the San Francisco Bay.  Donovan and his love interest, Cathren, run all over the place, trying to avoid getting torn to pieces by hungry brain-eaters, deranged scientists, and paranoid geezers.  The subtitle is accurate, this is a Zombie Apocalypse Love Story, but the emphasis leans heavily on the Undead, not the Romance.

 

    The action is nonstop, and loaded with plenty of dei ex machina and Hulk-like abilities to keep our two protagonists from being sliced and diced and chomped and stomped.  For the most part, anyway.  There aren’t a lot of characters to keep track of, and along the way you’ll learn a little bit of French, a little bit of Spanish, and a smidgen of Anglo-Saxon English.

 

    Being a chemist, I always like it when science works its way into a story.  So the rotten-eggs “sulfur odor” was neat, although for me, it triggers a “money to be made” reflex.  The “fertilizer bomb” is indeed powerfully real – it’s what was used in the Oklahoma City bombing.  IIRC, cryogenic “frozen heads” are also a real thing; I vaguely recall reading about a scandal involving cryogenic employees allegedly kicking one of those like a soccer ball, maybe even the one belonging to MLB Hall-of-Famer Ted Williams.

 

    The music references to the Dead Kennedys, Prince’s “Purple Rain”, and Bob Marley’s “No Woman No Cry” were neat; Carl S. Plumer obviously has fine musical tastes.  You’ll learn the value of knowing how to drive a stick shift and what the verb “jonesing” means.  And if you think zombie humans are scary, just wait till you come face-to-face with zombie sharks.

 

    Mad About Undead You is a standalone novel, with short chapters: 77 of them covering the 285 pages of the e-book version.  I didn’t find a sequel, but in looking at Carl S. Plumer’s author’s page on Amazon it appears the book was re-issued with a new title, Zombie Ever After – A Satire, in 2015.  The first four chapters, shown in the “Look Inside” section on the Amazon page looked identical to Mad About Undead You.

 

Kewlest New Word ...

Klatch (n.) : a social gathering, especially for coffee and conversation.  (a Yankeeism)

 

Things that Sound Dirty But Aren’t…

    “Let me get your tongue and put it on ice.”  (loc. 855)

 

Ratings…
    Amazon:  3.5/5 based on 29 ratings and 29 reviews.

    Goodreads: 3.42/5 based on 91 ratings and 19 reviews

 

Excerpts...

    A large group of people formed a circle in the middle of the road, their backs to Donovan and Cathren.  The couple stopped, transfixed, and studied the people in the crowd.  Oozing wounds dotted the beings’ flesh.  Open sores pocked their necks, arms, backs.  Rotting skin dripped to the ground.  A couple of them had bits of bright white bone showing through, like headlights in a tunnel.

    “What’s going on?” said Cathren.  “Who are they?  They look so sick.  Are they lepers?  Are they hurt?  Should we help them?”

    “Water drinkers,” Donovan said darkly.  “Unfiltered tap water drinkers.”  (loc. 236)

 

    The brain-eaters were more than halfway down the stairs now.  Donovan aimed and squeezed the trigger.

    Nothing.  The safety was on.  Who would leave the safety on in the middle of a zombie apocalypse?

    He released the safety and tried again.

    Click.

    The zombies were almost upon him.

    Who would leave an unloaded shotgun in the middle of a zombie apocalypse?  (loc. 2745)

 

Kindle Details…

    Mad About Undead You is presently unavailable as an e-book in Amazon, but Carl S. Plumer has three other e-books at Amazon, all in the paranormal genre, and ranging in price from free to $3.99.

 

“Money is no object. (…) In other words, I have no money.”  (loc. 4811)

    Sadly, there is a lot to quibble about regarding Mad About Undead You, which accounts for the low ratings at both Amazon and Goodreads.  The book screams for a better backstory (what the heck is the military doing while zombies are running amok?) and the storytelling has way too many dei ex machina to be believable.  Other weaknesses include:

 

    Cussing.  There’s a lot of it.  I counted 20 instances in the first 10% of the e-book.  There’s nothing wrong with some well-placed cusswords, but excessive use of them is usually a cheap substitute for better writing.

 

    Similes.  They get used ad nauseam here.  In the six pages comprising Chapter 17, for example, the phrase “as if” gets used seven times.  Similes using “like” (“the heat of the doorknob stung her fingers like a serpent bite”) are also overused.

 

    Science Errors“HO2 is not hydrogen peroxide.  “H2O2 is.  And there aren’t “over 2,000 trace elements”.  There may be thousands of compounds or molecules, but elements are limited to the 100+ that are listed in the Periodic Table.  Yes, this is nitpicky.  But I’m a chemist.

 

    The Ending.  It’s unsatisfying.  The story ends abruptly with our heroes conveniently finding a haven that’s too good to be believable, and is temporary at best.  Neither the zombie apocalypse nor the health of our protagonists are resolved.  But to be fair, at least it wasn’t a cliffhanger.

 

    Despite all this, I still enjoyed this book.  Donovan and Cathren are interesting characters, and any scenario with hordes of zombies running all over San Francisco is going to be entertaining.  But Mad About Undead You is in bad need of a major rewrite.  And don’t tell me that I’m missing the point, that it’s supposed to be a satire that’s not to be taken seriously.  Satires still need to be coherent and well-written.

 

    4 Stars.  One last thing.  The book cover shown in my Kindle shows a girl’s face with a raven (or crow) in the background.  A google search failed to come up with a single hit for this image.  Instead, the book cover shown above come up, and IMHO, it gives a much better idea about the tone of Mad About Undead You.  But it amazes me that the original Kindle cover image has completely disappeared from the Internet.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

The Last - Michael John Grist


  2015; 248 pages.  New Author? : Yes.  Genre : Zombie Apocalypse.  Overall Rating : 7½*/10.

    It was undoubtedly the best evening of Amo's life.  First there was dinner with Lara, the waitress of his dreams but who he felt was way too pretty to look his way.  That was topped off by a pleasant roll in the hay with her, even though the doctors had told him that such excitement was likely to kill him.

     It’s a pity, then, that what followed was the worst morning of his life.  Something bizarre happened overnight, and now it seems everyone in New York City – with the exception of Amo – has been turned a zombie.  And that’s a lot of undead, all looking for a very limited supply of brains for breakfast.  Which is bad news for pets, stray dogs, and alley cats, none of which have been “turned”.

    Plus Amo, with his alive-and-functioning brain.  And who seems to be a zombie-magnet.

What’s To Like...
    The Last is a Zombie Apocalypse tale, set in the US in 2018.  For the most part, it is told in the first person POV (Amo’s), particularly the first half, where he’s occupied with learning what works and doesn’t work against the undead, and having enough weaponry to keep them at bay.  The reader will learn a bunch of practical life-preserving tips, in case he should ever find himself in a similar situation.

    There aren’t a lot of characters to keep track of (if you’ve met one zombie, you’ve met them all).  Amo is a pleasantly believable protagonist.  He develops his zombie-killing tactics by trial-and-error, and quite often he misses when he shoots at them.  I could personally relate to his painful lesson about a rifle’s recoil.

    The writing is both lighthearted and thought-provoking.  There are a ton of Zombie Apocalypse books out there, but I liked the innovative “cause” of this one, and the unique “best way” to deal with the undead.  Michael John Grift’s wit is also a plus, such as the Yangtze online-shopping website.  There are lots of kewl music references in all sorts of genres, and music plays a key role in the storyline, although I never did fully fathom exactly how.

    There is some cussing, booze, “adult situations”, and a couple spliffs (see Kewlest New Word, below) get rolled and smoked.  I was left with a couple unanswered questions besides the role of music, the most notable of which are listed in the comments due to spoiler considerations.

      The writing is good.  You’ll bond with Amo as he tries to come to grips with his situation, and even have some empathy for the zombies, who have no idea why they were “turned” without any warning and for seemingly no cause.  This is not a standalone novel, but it ends at a logical place, with this stage of the tale being satisfactorily completed.

Kewlest New Word ...
Spliff (n.) : a joint; a marijuana cigarette.

Kindle Details...
    The Last sells for $2.99 at Amazon.  The sequel, The Lost, is the same price.  Michael John Grist has a number of other e-book offerings, all in the $0.99-$4.99 price range.

Excerpts...
    “You’re lucky you’re alive.  You know how many people out there who’re  immune?  Do you have any idea?”
    “No idea.  I didn’t see any.  Maybe her?”
    “Maybe her.  On top of that there’s me and there’s you.  I’ve not seen any others, Amo, not any at all.  Every live video feed I saw got corrupted in seconds, because the people filming it were infected.  It’s the most virulent thing ever.  It’s like that cat in the box, the second you open the box to see if it’s alive or not, it drags you in so you’re inside the box too.”  (loc. 658)

    I sigh and lie back.  The tea and bolognese can be breakfast.  I look up at the sky.  Of course it’s the same sky.  These are the same stars, though the shooting ones aren’t.
    “They’re not really stars,” my dad told us once.  “They’re just little bites of interstellar dust, or the screws and nuts that come off falling satellites, burning up as they enter the Earth’s atmosphere.”
    This awed us even more.  That there was a layer of sky up there so hot that it burned, that interstellar dust was reaching out to our little planet across the gulf of space, then falling down upon us like a fine rain, like fairy dust.  (loc. 3008)

 “Damn the zombies, full speed to the West!”  (loc. 1963)
    There were a couple slow spots for me, most notably in the first portion of the book where a lot of pages are spent detailing Amo killing zombie after zombie after zombie.  But that’s probably unescapable in any zombie apocalypse story; it wouldn’t be a tale of terror unless there were zillions of them to deal with.

    And it’s also probably inherent in any book where, for most of the pages, we’re dealing with a single character, stranded and all alone (zombies don’t count as characters) in the world.  The present hit movie, Martian, faces this same challenge.  So did the book/movie I Am Legend, reviewed here.

    But I quibble.  Amo’s drawn-out loneliness serves to emphasize his plight, and if Michael John Grist had made it shorter, I’d probably be griping that it hadn’t been developed enough.

    7½ Stars.  The Last is my third zombie book already this year, and this is not a genre I normally read.  I don’t know if this is an anomaly or a trend.  Add 2 Stars if you’re a zombie enthusiast; I think you’ll thoroughly enjoy this book.