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Post by 65if2007 on Apr 30, 2012 21:26:18 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on May 1, 2012 5:42:42 GMT -5
Adam Marek: How Paul McCartney taught me to stop worrying and love zombies Adam Marek, Special to National Post Apr 30, 2012 – 6:00 PM ET arts.nationalpost.com/2012/04/30/adam-marek-how-paul-mccartney-taught-me-to-stop-worrying-and-love-zombies/Everyone knows that you’re supposed to confront the things you’re afraid of. So I’ve always had in the back of my head that one day I would write a zombie story. To write about something is to take it within your control. I guess my unconscious kept this desire in its to-do list, just looking for the right hook, a premise, image, or scenario that would allow me to write about zombies without freaking myself out.
And then, one day, my unconscious produced the goods.
My wife and I were driving to her parent’s house. Our boys were both in the back seat. I was driving, and my iPod was plugged into the stereo on shuffle. And then Hey Jude came on.
The instant that Paul McCartney’s voice and the piano chords began, a vivid image came to me of a zombie foot, tapping along to the music.
By the time the track got to the “na na-na na na-na-na-naaaaa” bit, I had zoomed out of the image to see the white leg of a table next to the foot, a white-tiled floor, a metal chair. This zombie was sitting in a diner.
We arrived at my wife’s parents’ place before the end of the song. She took the boys into the house, while I stayed in the car, listening to the track a couple more times on loop, writing down in my notebook the beginnings of my story Meaty’s Boys.
Meaty’s Boys was the last story I wrote in my collection Instruction Manual For Swallowing, completed just a few days before my publisher’s deadline.
The protagonist is a guy called Reed, who works in a restaurant for zombies. Meaty is the owner – he takes a great deal of pride in the preparation of food for the dead, even if his efforts are not appreciated by his customers. His “boys” from the title, are the four guys who go out to get the meat to feed the zombies. They are the real monsters in this story. The zombies have our sympathy. Have my sympathy. And in having my sympathy, they are a little bit less terrifying.lol ;D |
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Post by iameye on May 1, 2012 5:51:37 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on May 1, 2012 6:06:33 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on May 1, 2012 7:54:31 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on May 1, 2012 8:06:10 GMT -5
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