What Hamlet suffers from is a lack of zombies. Let us say Rosencrantz and Guildenstern show upโHo-HO! Now youโve got something that stirs the, um, something that stirs things that are stirrable. BOOM! A pack of ravenous flesh-eaters breaks open their heads and sucks out their eyeballs. No need for iambic pentameter because they are grunting, groaning annihilators of humanity with no time for meter. Youโre not asleep in the back of English class anymore, are you? This is what Iโm talking about. Zombies. Learn it, live it, love it.
Libba BrayHI. Iโm from Arkansas, the cantaloupe state. And tonight, I hope you will hold my melons close to your heart and vote me your Miss Teen Dream.
Libba BrayPlease, I'm a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don't know how to defend myself?
Libba BrayIn books, the truth makes everything good and fine. The good prevail. The wicked are punished. There is happiness. But it's not like that really, is it?" "No," I say. "I suppose it only makes everything known.
Libba BrayA pair of Blue Noses on the next bench glared their disapproval at Evieโs knee-length dress. Evie decided to give them a real show. She hiked her skirt and, humming jauntily, rolled down her stockings, exposing her legs. It had the desired effect on the Blue Noses, who moved down the platform, clucking about the โdisgrace of the young.โ She would not miss this place.
Libba Bray