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Imagine your favourite holiday dish is stuffing
on December 12, 2017
Imagine your favourite holiday dish is stuffing. You go to Grandma’s every year for Thanksgiving, suffer through the brussels sprouts and bean salad, because there is stuffing to make it all better.
This year, you go to Grandma’s and learn that since she’s getting on in years, she’s enlisted the help of others to prepare the meal. As you sit next to your pretentious uncle who waxes on about the issues with Socrates’ theories of existentialism, your prim-faced aunt passes you the beloved stuffing - and you catch a scent. Anise. And there’s raisins.
That’s this book. Lacking onions and poultry seasoning, and smells like licorice.
I’m going to air out a couple of biases I have here:
1) I don’t traditionally enjoy anything zombie related.
2) I find in modern literature, too many authors focus on being wordsmiths and forget to write an actual story.
I wish I was joking when I said that it took me 250 pages to even discover the plot in this book. This is very “stream of conscious”, which in some cases works, but there are moments of jarring jumping around that just don’t make sense. Mid day Saturday he references “that last Sunday” with the current characters that left me flipping back and forth wondering if I’d missed anything. It took 32 pages to portray the main character as a “normal” guy.
Taking all the unneeded adjectives and sentences out, this story could be written in a page an a half. There’s a lot of filler here, but it definitely needs more onions for me. And hold the raisins.