Book Review: All You Can Eat (Deadite Press)

Cannibalism is the new undead.

Bear with me, here. Since reanimated corpses are, in all honesty, a new species, a bunch of zombies munching down on hapless humans isn’t really cannibalism at all. They’ve changed and, therefore, are not eating their own species, right? That’s the argument I’m working with here. Make no mistake about it, Shane McKenzie’s All You Can Eat has nothing to do with zombies, but everything to do with morbidly obese cannibals and, if you know me, then you know I have a well-marbled soft spot for morbidly obese cannibals. All I’m saying that a few books into his fledgling hardcore horror authorship and McKenzie has helped to kick start a new phase in the anthropophagus sub-genre. All You Can Eat is a rollicking ride from one side of a Chinese buffet to the other and we get to sample it all.

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Book Review: Jacked (2012, Severed Press)

Shane McKenzie is one screwed up guy. I like it, don't get me wrong, but he needs a psych eval, pronto. And it is this particularly endearing quality that allows me to enjoy his work so much. What we have on our plate this time is a little different from the usual cannibalism, food stuffs fiction. What appears to be a vile, squishy and goop-laden alien attack is viewed differently by three different guys trapped inside the gym they work out in; a glass lined prison where they can see the world go to shit outside while getting in a quick dead-lift. Herein we find where McKenzie is at his strongest: putting archetypal characters into horrible, extreme situations and, in this case, literally giving the survivor scenario steroids. This is Jacked, boys and girls, and even though I loathe to type this, the novella has gone into 'beast mode.'