What does a zombie vampire crave? Veins. Veins!
Wracked with anxiety about our impending Prague departure, I try to make sense of my emotions with the help of Fleetwood Mac’s “Landslide”.
If I had an audience of 1 million, this is what I would say. Day 10 of the Emerson “Self-Reliance” project.
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.
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.
Two very different perspectives of side-by-side Prague statues. Chapter 6 of “The Secret Life of Stone”.
Something monstrous lurks in Prague’s Vltava River, and it isn’t toxic sludge from Hungary. Chapter 3 in The Secret Life of Stone.
Delving back into my much-loved world of cultural anthropology via the horror film “Deadgirl” and its social significance.
My review of the tragic “Assassination Of Marilyn Monroe”.
A review of Patricia Cornwell’s phenomenal forensic study “Portrait of a Killer: Jack The Ripper Case Closed”
Exploring the various facets of women’s literature and where my first novel, AMERICAN MONSTERS, fits into the debate.
Reflections on the magical and terrifying film “Where The Wild Things Are”.
My impassioned review of Quentin Tarantino’s magnificent “Inglourious Basterds”.
A short zombie story inspired by Franz Kafka, my Prague homeboy, and written for the www.RedRoom.com weekly blog competition.
Many of the things that I did in the Naughts Decade. I probably left out a bunch, but anyway.
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…
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,…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…