My Life as a White Trash Zombie by Diana Rowland

She’s also a pretty nuanced and deep character. She’s funny, she’s amusing, she’s pretty sensible (lacking the spectre of spunky agency) she’s light hearted and real. It’s a very interesting take on the genre and the idea of zombies - I like it and it’s always fun to find.Īnd I like Angel. It will be a while before I can look at moist, glazed ham the same again). And it’s pretty well done as well (I had the misfortune to be eating a ham sandwich when the brain eating began.

Zombies as protagonists? That’s pretty damn unique. Only just embarking on her new life, Angel is now in the middle of a murder mystery. Bodies without brains, headless bodies (both very useless for her to snack on) that are forming an increasingly disturbing trend that the authorities can’t spot. Things seem to be getting on track except for a wave of bodies showing up. Gooey, human brains in fact.Good thing she works in a mortuary. Now, thanks to her mysterious benefactor, she has a new job, she’s off the booze and the pills and she’s finally making a new life for herself. It was just what she needed to turn her life around. Far too often in fiction those that are neurologically atypical are constructed as violent when in actuality, they are more often a danger to themselves than anyone else.Īnd then she died. I know, I know dead parents again but beyond the issue of a dead parent, is the issue that her mother had a mental illness.

Well, they were prescription, but not prescribed to her. She dropped out of high school without graduating, drifted between low end jobs, with an on-again, off-again relationship with a similar guy and she got by by taking pills - not prescription. Angel had a difficult life - a mentally ill, abusive, dead mother and an alcoholic abusive father.

My Life as a White Trash Zombie by Diana Rowland