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3.52 AVERAGE
3.52 AVERAGE
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Too easy. Liked the pictures, but it was all kind of standard.
Some of the poems were humorous, but the overarching story was simply okay. It's an interesting idea but the execution just didn't stand up to the idea.
Lots of gore and decent haikus
If this is the kind of book you like, you'll like this book. If not, skip it. It's not my kind of book.
If this is the kind of book you like, you'll like this book. If not, skip it. It's not my kind of book.
Ryan Mecum, Zombie Haiku (How Books, 2008)
another book of
senryu masquerading
as haiku. ZOMBIES!
Zombies make it all
okay. Don't read while eating.
Unless eating eyes.
Surprising amounts
of gore for a comedy.
I like. You will too. ***
another book of
senryu masquerading
as haiku. ZOMBIES!
Zombies make it all
okay. Don't read while eating.
Unless eating eyes.
Surprising amounts
of gore for a comedy.
I like. You will too. ***
Halfway through, I would have given it five stars. The first half is really a hilarious tour de force, as Mecum manages to both make hilarious haikus about feasting upon the brains of the living and tell a story from the zombie's point of view. (For obvious reasons, these things are usually written from the point of view of the non-zombie). The second half gets a little repetitive--once the novelty of haikus on this subject matter wears off, you're left with a story told in verse that is not all that compelling--a lot of wandering around looking for brains to eat. Still, definitely worth a read and definitely worth the purchase price for the first half alone. There are some really great, laugh-out-loud haikus.
My favorite:
Blood is really warm.
It's like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming.
Blood is really warm.
It's like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming.
There are some bits of this that I really liked. For instance, this haiku:
Brains, brains, brains, brains, brains!Or this one:
Brains, brains, brains, brains, brains, brains, brains!
Artificial hip?
I know he can't seeBut I couldn't get past the disconnect between the conceit of the book--that this is a found journal of haiku written by a guy who became a zombie--and its execution. I could deal with a zombie being able to write haiku. I could not deal with his typing some of them and taping them into the journal in the proper position or his inclusion of Polaroid photos of events as they occur. Maybe I'm asking too much of this book, but these elements did prevent me from really giving in to the experience.
because the room is pitch black
and I have his eyes.