November 8th, 2010


The Walking Dead

Now that I've seen the first two episodes of AMC's The Walking Dead, it's safe to say I'm hooked. I pretty much was right from the opening, when Andrew Lincoln's Rick Grimes faces off against a little zombie girl. The disappointment on his face when she turns around and he realizes she's not alive is pitch perfect. In fact, this attention to emotion is shaping up to be the series' strong point. Unlike a lot of zombie cash-ins, The Walking Dead understands and explores not just the terror and desperation of its characters' situations, but the immense sadness that must surely accompany any eventuality that involves the dead not resting peacefully.

This is handled perfectly in the first episode, not just in the above mentioned scene but in two others: when Lennie James' Morgan Jones can't move on until he puts his dead wife's walking corpse at peace, a task so Herculean it stymies him every time, and when Rick purposely seeks out a zombie he'd seen before, one in miserable, legless condition, in order to put it out of its misery. For a zombie epic, this is a remarkably humane story.

But it's still a zombie epic, which means there isn't much you haven't seen before. The first two episodes, at least, follow the familiar formula: our hero wakes up in hospital after a coma of indeterminate length to discover the world is empty and dangerous, starts looking for his wife and child whom he is certain survived the outbreak, meets up with other survivors who fill him in on the details, and butts heads the asshole who will surely destroy the survivors' fragile security and cause many deaths by his assholeness (here it's Michael Rooker as Merle Dixon, playing a redneck racist out of Casting 101). But so far the characters are compelling, the production values are outstanding, the scripts are above average and, perhaps the biggest reason I'm hooked, The Walking Dead understands that zombie epics are about putting all your personal bullshit aside and working together for the common good.

That's something all the gun-collecting survivalists who claim to know exactly how they'll survive a "real" zombie outbreak always forget. It's never the maniac who shoots at other survivors to keep them away from his stockpile who makes it to the end. It's the people who join together to help each other who do.

Chasing the Reviews, Part Gazillion

In her blog, the very wise Andrea Blythe has some nice things to say about my novella Chasing the Dragon, including:

This is a good old fashioned horror story, the kind that pulls no punches and incorporates perfect amounts of blood and guts, while presenting a character who is believable. I love Georgia, because while she has been broken down by her life and her addiction, she perseveres and finds the strength to keep fighting.

I'm really touched by all the great reviews Chasing the Dragon has received since it came out earlier this year. Have you read it yet? I'd love to hear what you think of it.