I’ve been in a pulp fiction kind of mood lately. I’ve been re-reading Legends of New Pulp Fiction published by Airship 27 and looking at all the great writing styles. I can’t wait to see the New King Kong movie, Kong: Skull Island. I think I’ve seen all the Kong movies. And there are so many movies lately based on comic book characters leading the way in popularity.
If you’re not a fan of pulp fiction you are really missing out. I love fantasy (it’s the opposite of reality and who doesn’t need that now and then?), and Hollywood has really been scooping up super heroes for movies lately. King Kong is only a small example. Not that there is anything small about the movie originally released in 1933. My grandfather saw that movie during the depression and was in awe all his life. Not a man who frequented movie houses, he could not imagine how that monster was filmed.
Since I’ve been in the mood, I’ve been working on a new pulp fiction novel I hope will be finished this summer I’m calling “Flatiron Death Grip.” Again, it’s snarky. I just can’t seem to leave the genre alone.
In my book The Apocalypse Sucks, I make fun of end-of-the world situations while studying human behavior. I based it around two women who were co-workers when the virus hit and killed most everyone around them. They were not friends, but became family because they depended upon each other. But the one thing they were to the end was girls. They behaved like girls – if they weren’t fighting for survival – and still liked the things girls liked; boys, bras and lip gloss. They were fierce warriors but with a soft side.
The book hosts a cast of characters trying to get by now that they can’t run through the closest drive through for instant gratification. They have a problem just finding enough to eat and then the bat creatures appeared. Who were they and where did they come from? They soon find out that the virus did not kill all its victims. Some mutated into something else – evolved human – and not very happy about it. For them, the Apocalypse did suck.
Pick up a copy of The Apocalypse Sucks and see if you agree. If you can’t make fun of the end of the world, what can you make fun of?
Let me know what you think.