Tag Archive: Monsters

The Blood Room

What does a zombie vampire crave? Veins. Veins!

Lost in Transition

Screen capture from The Dixie Chicks "Landslide" video.

Wracked with anxiety about our impending Prague departure, I try to make sense of my emotions with the help of Fleetwood Mac’s “Landslide”.

Your Personal Message

If I had an audience of 1 million, this is what I would say. Day 10 of the Emerson “Self-Reliance” project.

THE PASSION PROJECT: HARDCORE INDIE

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A Zuzu’s Petals exclusive interview: A long chat with three filmmakers who are in the process of crowdfunding two horror films and a documentary.

Suffer The (Girl) Children

Stop-Rape

The real life horror story of an 11-year-old child gang raped by a group of 19 males and her subsequent victim blaming in a major press outlet leads me to boycott the New York Times.

Friend and Foe

Friend and Foe

Two very different perspectives of side-by-side Prague statues. Chapter 6 of “The Secret Life of Stone”.

The Old Man and the Vltava

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Something monstrous lurks in Prague’s Vltava River, and it isn’t toxic sludge from Hungary. Chapter 3 in The Secret Life of Stone.

On homosociality, American masculinties, and violence against women in DEADGIRL

Vagina dentata imagery in the flesh.

Delving back into my much-loved world of cultural anthropology via the horror film “Deadgirl” and its social significance.

The Assasination Of Marilyn Monroe

My review of the tragic “Assassination Of Marilyn Monroe”.

Portrait of A Killer

A review of Patricia Cornwell’s phenomenal forensic study “Portrait of a Killer: Jack The Ripper Case Closed”

Woe Is Me

Oh the horror!

Exploring the various facets of women’s literature and where my first novel, AMERICAN MONSTERS, fits into the debate.

Wild Things Make My Heart Sing

My copy of Where The Wild Things are, circa 1984.

Reflections on the magical and terrifying film “Where The Wild Things Are”.

Inglourious Revenge

My impassioned review of Quentin Tarantino’s magnificent “Inglourious Basterds”.

The Sneeze

A short zombie story inspired by Franz Kafka, my Prague homeboy, and written for the www.RedRoom.com weekly blog competition.

In the “Nought”ies I:

Many of the things that I did in the Naughts Decade. I probably left out a bunch, but anyway.

Misogyny Lives

I am stunned beyond belief at all the support being offered Roman Polanski, convicted child raper and jail dodger, after his long overdue  arrest in Zurich last week. What kind of world do we live in that just because a person is a celebrity and a holocaust survivor he is somehow seen as being exempt…

My Supernatural Fetish

At the moment I have a totally healthy obsession with the Sookie Stackhouse mysteries by Charlaine Harris, the novels that have become the HBO phenomenon known as “True Blood.” I say my obsession is healthy because it’s my staple obsession, going back to childhood: My absolute and utter fascination and love of the supernatural. Monsters,…

‘Til Kingdom Come

I read my first Stephen King novel when I was 12 years old. The book was Carrie and the year was that of the Gulf War I, 1992. Thus began a love affair with King’s books that has continued to shape my life until today. This year I turned 30 and I’m even more in…

Hannibal Rising, A Novel by Thomas Harris, 2007

From the bestselling author of The Silence of the Lambs and Red Dragon comes an utter peice of drivel. It is so very rare that a movie is better than the book and in this case, I would say don’t even bother with the book. Harris seems to have grown complacent with his Hannibal Lector…

Cell, by Stephen King (2006)

After the finale of Stephen King’s Dark Tower series, I wasn’t sure what to expect from Cell, his most recent release after the Dark Tower epic came to its close. Being a ridiculously avid Stephen King fan (though not his Number 1 fan, thank you very much Annie Wilkes) I am always curious to see…

Capote, a film by Bennett Miller, 2005

Granted, I haven’t actually read In Cold Blood or Breakfast at Tiffany’s yet, but for some reason I always imagined Truman Capote as a sort of gangster-esque character. A real burly manly man in a trench coat and spats. Imagine my surprise to discover that he was gay! A New Yorker who had to be…

In Cold Blood

Before Wendy died, I was against capital punishment for all the open minded liberal wooo rah whatever theories I can’t even remember now, but most importantly because life is sacred and an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind. After Wendy’s death, I was filled with such inconsummate rage that I felt…

Attack of the 50 Foot Hollow Discourse and a Note on Monsters(or the Seventh Report on the 61st UN Commission on Human Rights, March 22, 2005)

I always had an odd fascination by monsters. Ever since I was a little girl I loved horror stories (Stephen King being one of my oldest heroes) and I had thought until recently this morbid obsession had to do with carrying around a lot of anger. My college thesis on the exploitation of women and…