Oh My God
As you know, The Humungus digs teh Apocalypse in general and Zombies in particular.
But, boys and girls, this here's different. You'll remember Hugh Howey from the Silo saga. Now picture the man in a can spectacle where now the can is yer body (this should excite Mr. LTD). Your mind is in tact, but your body does what it damned well pleases; and what your body pleases is NASTY. This novel, or maybe it's a series of novelettes, is the most vile, disgusting, stomach turning thing you'll ever read.... but you, like the zombie, cannot look away.
But do not be fooled, oh my brothers and sisters, this is not some violence and gore strewn fantasy. Oh no. Oh no no no. It's muuuuuuch darker than that. It's a commentary on all human weakness, from addiction (yes, this means you) to selfishness, to marital abuse and just plain meanness.
Dig on this sample: "And as Lewis Lippman wallowed in the woman's meat, slurping her golden goodness, he thought about how he'd always hated fat people. And now, how he couldn't get enough." Solid gold.
As for the characters for whom becoming a zombie is an improvement, well The Humungus will leave you to dwell on that one in a cold sweat in the dark of your mind/cell/home.
"Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in?"
But, boys and girls, this here's different. You'll remember Hugh Howey from the Silo saga. Now picture the man in a can spectacle where now the can is yer body (this should excite Mr. LTD). Your mind is in tact, but your body does what it damned well pleases; and what your body pleases is NASTY. This novel, or maybe it's a series of novelettes, is the most vile, disgusting, stomach turning thing you'll ever read.... but you, like the zombie, cannot look away.
But do not be fooled, oh my brothers and sisters, this is not some violence and gore strewn fantasy. Oh no. Oh no no no. It's muuuuuuch darker than that. It's a commentary on all human weakness, from addiction (yes, this means you) to selfishness, to marital abuse and just plain meanness.
Dig on this sample: "And as Lewis Lippman wallowed in the woman's meat, slurping her golden goodness, he thought about how he'd always hated fat people. And now, how he couldn't get enough." Solid gold.
As for the characters for whom becoming a zombie is an improvement, well The Humungus will leave you to dwell on that one in a cold sweat in the dark of your mind/cell/home.
"Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in?"
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