This is a post by Spencer Throssell, who I have brought on as an editor.
Don’t get me wrong; I love haiku poetry, and I used to love zombies. I tend to like zombie books. But Ryan Mecum’s Zombie Haiku is disturbing. And not in a good way.
The premise is, I think, unique and quite intriguing, which is why I picked it up in the first place: some unsuspecting amateur poet is keeping a haiku journal when a zombie plague sweeps through his hometown. At some point, he himself becomes “infected,” and his journal recounts subsequent events. You can observe a SHARP contrast in the content and subject matter of his poetry as he progresses through this change (the entire book is written in haiku format; he goes from writing about flowers and sunshine and love to gouging out intestines and gorging on brains. Yuck!) (yes, I know that all zombies eat brains, but this stuff is graphic!).
The best poetry can be found somewhere in the middle:
You are so lucky
that I cannot remember
how to use doorknobs.
Nothing hurts me now.
Normally the screwdriver
wouldn’t have gone there.
Still funny, but getting a lot more borderline. And from there, it is a rapid and nauseating descent into vivid blood and guts nastiness.
There is an interesting twist at the end, and it’s a quick read, so if you’ve got an affinity for zombies, about a half an hour, and a strong stomach, I guess I recommend it.
I also picked up Zombie Survival Guide; hopefully that leaves me with a less compelling urge to puke. Enjoy!