This is supposed to be Basic Training Tuesday. I've changed my mind. Talk to my editor. Oh yeah, that's me
With the healthcare debate in full frazzle, it seems a responsible government spending plan away until Dems and Repubs gather around the fire to sing "Friends are Friends Forever".
Ain't no doubt, skirmishes abound these days.
So, when I saw this offering at the bookstore the other day, I couldn't help smelling the unfamiliar scent of fur and wool as a lion cozied up with a lamb.
I was reminded peace can be had, and yes, you can mix Jane Austen with zombies.
Let me preface. I'm no hater of Jane Austen. I can't say I've read her works. I have seen some of the movies based on her books with my wife (who has read her books), and I have to say, not bad. Depth of character, witty dialogue and chivalry in a story are a nice escape from the abundance of crass, cliched stories that appear in many bookstores and theatres today.
But, if I mention my appreciation for Jane Austen to a group of guys, I'm sure my manhood might be called into question. I might be forced to watch Tombstone or The Dirty Dozen repeatedly while eating chicken wings. I might have to defend my honor and challenge someone to a duel. Once again, skirmishes abound.
Thankfully, author Seth Grahame-Smith has penned this olive branch which is sure to unite Jane-lovers and haters.
What better way to unite two distinct readers than inviting them to join Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy as they destroy zombies along their way to finding true love?
I haven't read the book, but I imagine this small scene:
Mr. Darcy gazed at her with his doe-brown eyes.
"You have bewitched me heart and soul," he said.
Elizabeth, stunned by his confession, could only close her eyes and feel her lips sail in his direction. Her feet drifted on air until she was startled by Darcy's gutteral yell. Her eyes flew open to see her love pivot and stab another zombie through with his umbrella. His cloak never looked so smashing.
Speaking of smashing, I'm sure a pianoforte gets trashed in the novel somewhere.
