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Title: Zombie
Review: Quentin P., child of privilege and serial killer, gets a do-it-yourself lobotomy kit and sets out to make himself a zombie lub slave in this nasty nasty slip of a novel based loosely on the hijinx of Jeffrey Dahmer. Joyce Carol Oates is such a tiny, frail-looking grandmotherly type that you want to wrap her up in a shawl and set her down in front of a nice toasty fire so she doesn't catch a chill. But she has an imagination that runs in dark and gruesome directions. Oates was cavorting in the genre ghetto long before Michael Chabon and company made it cool to slum. She's long had a horrific streak, and she indulges it in "Zombie," imbuing simple lines such as "I've already eaten" with suggestive creepiness. It's like "American Psycho" with artistic merit. I can't believe my mother made it through this whole book.
