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Honesty is the best policy… I had no intention of reading this book. The title made me wince, for heaven’s sake. But you know what? Dan Dos Santos’ cover art is AWESOME. I passed the book the first time in the bookstore and had to stop to take it all in, read the back cover. I didn’t buy it that trip, but the second time I couldn’t resist. I ask you to please, please judge this book by its cover (and not the title). It was wicked fun and irreverent and better even than the zombie chick’s pink hair.
Teenage delinquent Angel Crawford lives with her redneck father in the swamps of southern Louisiana. She's a high school dropout, addicted to drugs and alcohol, and on probation for a felony. But when she wakes up in the E.R. after an overdose and car crash without a scratch and a receives a job offer at the county morgue, life starts to get weird…
Angel is a loser, and she knows it. She’s not proud of her life – in fact, she’s pretty disgusted with herself. Well, that is until she wakes up in the hospital with a fragmented memory and a really strange craving for human brains. What the heck happened to Angel, and who is responsible for a rash of murders around the county?
My Life as a White Trash Zombie reads as part paranormal mystery, part CSI investigation, and part wise-cracking journey to personal growth, with a dash of romance and general uncertainty thrown in. Did I mention that it was hilarious? And that Angel, despite her many faults, is pretty wise? Also: that a certain police officer is hot? Well, it’s all true.
Angel is a complex character. Based on her history of bad decisions and choices made throughout the book, I thought it would be tough to love her (I can’t abide stupid). But Angel, as it turns out, is self-aware and intelligent, and she’s fed up with what she’s made of her life. She discovers a deep will to live, and she’s determined not to let her second chance evaporate.
Setting and secondary characters also help Angel shine. The rural county she hails from, her decrepit house, the trailer her sometime-ex-boyfriend lives in, and even the morgue – are vivid scenery for the shenanigans and craziness that make up her everyday existence. Add in sympathetic coworkers, an aversion to cops (even though she works for them!), and some kooky citizens and murders, and you get the recipe for one of the most entertaining zombie books I’ve had the pleasure of reading.
Have I convinced you to pick this book up? It’s adult or mature teen fare (see above references to drugs, violence, etc.), it’s zombies with a humorous bite, and it’s definitely more-enjoyable-than-expected. Shall I show you the cover art again? Well, that should settle it.
Recommended for: fans of Zombieland and/or CSI, anyone with a penchant for well-written fun, and those who appreciate the underdog (err…zombie) overcoming the odds and finding a new and improved ‘life.’
I read My Life as a White Trash Zombie as part of the September Zombies event.
6 comments:
I am glad the cover ended up winning you over in the end. This was one of the first zombie books that I read and I loved it. :)
hilarious, csi and pink cover get my attention ;-D
I picked up this book for its cover! The story was ok. I probably will buy book 2 because of the cover again ;-)
the cover is really funny! I'm very intrigued by this book, thanks for your review
Goodness, what an unfortunate title! But you're right - the cover is made of awesome. Will have to look for this one at the library!
I'm really into this cover as well. And I really love zombie books, so I'm definitely planning to read this one.Not once, not twice, but too often have been told by my Dallasite friends that Houston is just ugly. They are not talking about its skyline — a mirage when approached from the highways — but of the sprawling neighborhoods with no zoning restrictions. At Holly Johnson Gallery, a new exhibition of a group of drawings, by Randy Twaddle, who lived in Dallas in the 1980’s and had since moved to live in this charm-challenged Texas city, focuses on the unconventional beauty of distribution lines there.
“I love to drive down Houston streets – especially at dawn or dusk – when the light magically turns these silhouetted utilitarian wires and cables into calligraphic drawings or something akin to alternative music scores. I’m constantly awed by their unintentional beauty and lyricism,” says the artist.
Twaddle’s choice of medium is also unconventional — black ink and coffee. I am not sure they would look agreeable under the scrutiny of any paper conservator; at the minimum, it is a lesser sin compared to what have been added to pictures shown at the Brooklyn Museum in the past: Yogurt (in Hernan Bas) or elephant dung (in Chris Ofili).
The black ink lines are sharp and controlled. At a distance, they look rather organic and simulated. Nearby, the pictures betray that Twaddle had drawn border lines first before he filled in black ink. To say they are calligraphic is to over-emphasize the gestural grandness and to ignore their firm root in realism: tangled or stretched across the murky background, they retain instantly recognizable as the way we see them when heading up — there is nothing between those power lines and the sky. That makes them mesmerizing to observe.
It is the coffee grounds that transform these images into a lyrical statement of urban decay. If utility wires are the melody lines, the coffee ground is their counterpoint of the harmony. They may be seen as representational, echoing shadows of wires, but they grow and sprawl in their way. Twaddle let washes of coffee forming their diaphanous shapes and boundaries, by chance. They ease the eyes from knots of wires, and in turn, engender images with a romantic rhetoric. To some extent, they remind me of Helen Frankenthaler’s paintings in which turpentine-thinned paint in watery washes was poured onto raw canvas. While Frankenthaler utilized the technique to liberate colors, Twaddle plays down the brown wash to reach a great degree of expressive freedom in our sub-consciousness.
Utility wires are disappearing in urban centers. They were cursed to cause untidiness of street scenes in China. Often, they are the last thing to go in a gentrified neighborhood, but once they are gone, gone with them is the care-free low-key ambiance of those hoods. In variant shades, Randy Twaddle’s coffee stained utility wires drawing recall minds of urban dwellers, at repose.
The show is open through March 16 at Holly Johnson Gallery, located at 1411 Dragon Street in Dallas.
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Description, archaeologist, and diplomat of the Levant, Miss Bell was Our Woman in Baghdad during the Empires prime. In this rich spicy-sweet evocation of oud we travel with Miss Bell as she did, on horseback through the burning deserts of Mesopotamia alongside tribal horsemen in embroidered cashmere robes. Top notes of osmanthus flower and red fruit jam fuse with heart notes of Turkish