The mutant virus got out, people ate people, there were zombies everywhere, blahblahblah...you know the story. It's as rote to American culture as “Mary Had A Little Lamb.”
"American Badass" by Jeff Chacon is a study in contrasts. It's a book you read in one day while asking yourself why the hell did you read it at all. It's a book that makes A Statement (all caps) on the decay of American culture and decency and yada yada yada oh gods after a while that kind of thinking makes you just want to puke. It's a zombie book for chrissakes, you know? A zombie book about zombies being zombies in a world where zombies aren't supposed to be here anymore. But damn, now they're revolving, which is like totally 'roided out evolution or something. You'll get it if you read it.
Since the Great Zombie Penetration, the Great Zombie Skirmish, and the Great Zombie Extermination, nobody had seen a zombie…
I think Chacon has put together a pretty good introduction book though I'm not sure what it's leading us towards. I do know I want to check out the follow-up just to see how effective that was. Or has been. Or is. Work with me here because even the main characters aren't exactly living present tense-wise if you catch my drift. But to my review: the biggest struggle at least for me in this initial offer was that when the humor registered, it hit the freakin' bullseye. But when it missed, man, the crickets were just too damn loud to concentrate. Kind of like watching Dave Chappelle. Personally, I just don't get it but I try to smile and giggle along so no one will beat the crap out of me along the way because to a lot of people he's apparently some kind of god… or a secret Kardassian, I dunno…
The line between fucking asshole and comedic cut-up is very thin.
Still, it obviously took some real 'nards to write a book about a sentient zombie without getting into the sort of silliness that some offers have made and even managed to get on the small screen. It has some vague resemblance to Diana Rowland's "White Trash Zombie" books but I'd underline vague a few times to make that connection. There certainly isn't the same kind of 'how do I get out of the obvious need to consume peoples' brains' conundrum in the aforementioned books because of the whole mortuary and mafia connections (and no, I won't bring up "iZombie" comparisons because good lords that has already caused enough on-line fights). But there is a bit of the same humanity we're dealing with here to wade through including love, loss, and some other stuff that may or may not start with the letter L.
He knew that most of these people were probably good people and didn't deserve to be delicious.
The best part of "AB" for me was that there's a LOT of great quotable bits. Maybe not really funny ha-ha stuff but to each their own. The worst bits are then that comedic writing in an incredibly fickle bitch and when it doesn't work, it crashes and burns and gets up later wanting to eat anyone and anything. Also, I just honestly can't relate to Vegas even if I did go to college for 8 years and a lot of my experiences - those that I can remember mind you - seem familiar in nature, but you know, without the gambling. That place (Vegas, not where I studied) just sounds too weird to be true even if I do have several friends that live there for totally un-Vegas-like reasons!
“I love Vegas. Where are you staying?”
“Brains.”
“Where?”
“Pa...ris.”
So anyway, here I am trying to explain away my feelings of some of the book deserved 5 stars and some of it deserved barely 2. I'll be damned if I can make sense out of all of it, let alone try to wade through my own feelings right now. And just ignore the fact that TSA is apparently so bad at their job they couldn't even spot a zombie boarding a freakin' plane! But hey, you do you, check it out and come back and explain all the other bits I missed or perhaps better said, should have ignored. Deal? I mean, don't make me eat you Brah! I'll be busy checking out Book 2 while you're cleaning up the room…
He realized he was home. Las Vegas was a good place for a zombie.