So, let’s say I were pitching a book idea to you and I said something like…oh, I don’t know…like
so there’s this zombie, see, and he lives in his parent’s wine cellar, but it’s cool cause zombies just exist in the world, people discriminate against them and everything and they don’t really have rights, but anyway this particular zombie, let’s call him Andy, died in a car wreck that also killed his wife, unlike his wife, though, he woke back up a couple days later and, after being rounded up by the SPCA, was claimed by his parents and put in the cellar, his parents though, they barely tolerate his existence, and Andy doesn’t do much besides sit around the cellar, drink through his parent’s expensive wine stock, and attend Undead Anonymous meetings once a week, UA being a sort of self help group for the recently deceased and reanimated.
Given that description I am confident that most of you faithful Normalinauts out there would be, at the very least, interested in this story. Well, what I have just described to you is the basis for SG Browne’s novel Breather’s: A Zombie’s Lament.