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For our fortieth(!) episode, the Mike's revisit the subgenre that launched this podcast: the zombie novel. This time we select, almost at random, one of Permuted Press's many undead offerings. Unconvinced by the novel's highmindedness, we try to say something nice, but perhaps end up saying nothing at all.
It's Cocktail Time.
High-falutin' Pruno
big tablespoon of mixed berries (frozen is okay)
shot of simple syrup
fresh mint
2 shots rye
orange bitters
Muddle berries, syrup, and mint in bottom of rocks glass. Pour in rye. Fill glass with ice. Top with a dash of bitters. For added authenticity, make a large batch in a toilet.
closing music: "Expialadocius" mashup found on the the interwebs
It's Cocktail Time.
High-falutin' Pruno
big tablespoon of mixed berries (frozen is okay)
shot of simple syrup
fresh mint
2 shots rye
orange bitters
Muddle berries, syrup, and mint in bottom of rocks glass. Pour in rye. Fill glass with ice. Top with a dash of bitters. For added authenticity, make a large batch in a toilet.
closing music: "Expialadocius" mashup found on the the interwebs
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Not an unrewarding discussion, considering neither of you cared much for the book.
I know what you mean about books that raise questions that would've made a more interesting core for the book. Ken Grimwood's Replay caused me similar aggravation, singular achivement though it was.
I have to hand it to you, once you started riffing "dark" 60s sitcoms, you really got on a roll.
Hey, yeah, do Ligotti! It's his masterpiece (My Work is Not Yet Done).
I have a nomination for your next Zombie book, perhaps sooner than 40 episodes hence: Risen, by J. Knight.
It's obscure. I wouldn't be surprised if it's sold only a couple of thousand copies.
It is set in a close-knit small town, and character relationships shape the story more than zombie tropes.
It has a bizarre flashforward opening that is simply curious when you first read it, but as it slowly dawns on you, eighty pages in, what it really means it's deliciously, originally horrific. And just desserts.
There is a midstory scene (set in the church) that is a jaw-dropping rule-breaker, that nevertheless works because it was so well set up.
"J. Knight" is the nom de plume of Jan Strnad, who earlier had a career writing comics and TV, who has since abandoned writing altogether due to, apparently, melancholia.
It's one of my favorite overlooked books of recent vintage.
Today's cocktail sounds repellant. Ugh!
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