As a reminder, last week’s Mind Meld asked the following question:
A month and a half ago, I read a horror novel for the first time in probably over two decades. I’m a big scaredy cat. Therefore, though I grew up loving scary novels, by the time I got to college, I no longer had the luxury of reading them and suffering the weeks of sleepless nights.
I stumbled across This Book Is Full of Spiders on Goodreads. I’m terrified of spiders, so the title caught my attention. Curious, I downloaded a sample onto my Kindle. It was written in a conversational, snarky first person with random nonsense and humor akin to the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (a novel that I absolutely love). By the time I finished the sample of This Book Is Full of Spider, I was hooked.
It’s a fun novel about two guys who live in a town (called “Undisclosed” in the book) known for its strange happenings—like a wormhole in a shopping mall closet that leads to a Mexican restaurant…sometimes, shadow men and zombies. John and Dave can see and experience these things because they’d taken some drug called “the sauce.” The plot begins when nasty spider creatures that only John and Dave can see start to zombify people. I hate zombies (I don’t like watching films with them, reading stories about them, or seeing them walk down my neighborhood street), so this book is as close to a zombie novel that I will read. Not surprisingly, though the book wasn’t exceptionally scary, I got scared…and grossed out. But it was fun and funny.
It turned out that This Book Is Full of Spiders was Part Two in a series called John Dies in the End (and there’s even a movie!) but I didn’t have to read Part One to understand Part Two. I’ve now read Part One and Part Two is far better written.
The only down side to both of these novels is that they are rife with unnecessary racial comments and I couldn’t tell if these comments were written into the plot intentionally or a result of the writer’s own issues with people of color (especially black people). Every time it happened, it pissed me off and I don’t see why I should be made to feel that way just because I’m reading while black. And, seriously, did Dave and John really have to originally obtain “the sauce” from some Magical “Rasta” Negro? Come on. If you don’t know what a Magical Negro is, see my essay on them here.