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I live just outside Raleigh, North Carolina. I've only been professionally published once, in last fall's edition of Flashquake online magazine, but I hope it's the start of something long term. I'm happily married, and I'm the father to two beautiful little girls, ages five and two, who will never be allowed to date boys, drive cars that are transporting boys, nor ride in cars to places where boys are present, or wear non-Amish-spinster-approved clothing in front of boys. I love horror movies, rhythmic noise, peanut butter, and the Munsters, not necessarily in that order. Please feel free to contact me if you want; I'd love to hear what you thought of the book. My e-mail address is zombieapocalypse at earthlink.net. Thanks for reading.
on July 16, 2014 :
I’m a fan of revenge stories when they are done well and this one didn’t disappoint. The writing is tight, the imagery is good and the dialogue is realistic (though the lack of quotation marks is somewhat distracting and McCarthy-esque).
Luther Guthrie’s retaliation was very well done and I was actually cheering him on. I knew something bad was going to happen, but Guthrie’s enthusiasm for his spiteful act was actually contagious—this is a compliment to the author because he did a great job conveying that. And when his work and patience finally paid off, I was grinning. This likely says nothing nice about me as a human being, but I’m okay with that. Heh.
Frankly, I think what happened to the kid was exactly what he deserved (which is to say I may or may not indulge in spiteful thoughts of my own on occasion… ::cough::). Therefore, the ending left me a bit cold—it wasn’t a *bad* ending, I don’t mean that at all and given the tone of the story leading up to the ending, it was a logical conclusion. However, I didn’t feel that it was necessary, but that is a minor quibble and likely mine alone.
Guthrie’s wife was a pain in the behind: overly permissive and your typical (read: cardboard) fishwife character. Definitely the weakest link in a chain of characters that were well developed for such a short piece of work. I was a bit lost when he was so desperate to reconnect with her—he didn’t even seem to like her that much to begin with (and I don’t blame him). That was actually the one truly sour point of the entire story to me because such things happen in fiction a lot: man or woman tries like hell to get back with a truly wretched piece of work because they love them so much. It’s a tired trope that never, ever works because it makes no sense—and it didn’t belong in this otherwise tasty little treat of a story.
All-in-all, an excellent read, however and I’ve got several more of Mr. Crowder’s stories lined up to devour later on. It’s always great to find an author who writes this well.
(review of free book)