This one last time I am going to remind you about my zombie story, “What Maisie Knew,” which is to be found in The New Dead. On sale today! For those of you who’ve said, “I love this David Liss guy, but I wish he wrote stories about zombies and the perverts who love zombies,” this is your lucky day. Read more about it in my local newspaper, which is very nice to me. For information on where I’ll be reading from the story tonight, and where others will be reading from the anthology, check out this exciting, dynamic, super-excellent link.
Our in-house artist's conception of Kevin Smith.
I know I just blogged about comics stuff, but here’s some more. Kevin Smith, who had one of the greatest runs ever on Daredevil – along with Brubaker, Bendis, and, of course, Miller (he might have made some films too, I think) – was kicked off an airplane this weekend for “unbearable fatness of his being.” Actually, no one said that, but I thought it would be fun to put it in quotes. The story is both hilarious and kind of upsetting. I just don’t know how to feel about the issue of large people and airline seats. Those seats are really not designed for anyone who weights more than 180 pounds, but what percentage of the population is that? I know I prefer to sit next to small, slender, introverted people who hate to use the arm rest, but I also don’t like being put in the position of having to evaluate the size of my fellow travelers. Still, if I had to sit next to Kevin Smith, there is a strong chance I would not complain about it.
Just finished “What Maisie Knew” and I am freaked out! I really wish I had not read it so late in the day because it is horrifying… I think simple brain eating would have been far less distrubing. Granted, I’m an introverted wimp who never gets the arm rest… but even so, your What Maisie Knew is substantially more demented than the original.