I'm going back to work tomorrow.
I'm still not running at 100%, but this will have to suffice. When your dogs set your alarm clock and pack your lunch and make up little paw-printed 'Have a good day at work, to which you are returning, we're frankly sick of you, kthnxbye,' it's time to find a shirt with a collar and pretend to be a grown-up for a bit.
I wish I could say I did a lot of reading while I was sick, but that would be a lie. Mainly what I did was cough up things that one normally only sees in low-budget horror films and watch TV. TV doesn't demand much attention, and my Kindle wisely hid itself under a cushion during the worst of the coughing fits.
But I did read one really good book.
Nekropolis: A Matt Richter Novel by Tim Waggoneer is one of those books I picked up on a whim. I'd never heard of Tim Waggoneer, or Matt Richter. But the cover was emblazoned with three words I can seldom refuse -- zombie private eye.
So I snagged it, several weeks ago, and only pulled it up yesterday when I managed to catch my Kindle sneaking around on a bookcase.
People. If you have any love at all for the hard-boiled or the macabre, then you owe it to yourself to give Nekropolis a chance. This is first-rate stuff -- you've got your hard-case ex-cop, your mean streets, your damsel in distress.
But you've got all that in Nekropolis, which is unlike anywhere you've ever been taken by a book.
I'll admit it. I'm jealous. I kept kicking myself while reading, which requires no small coordination and is tough on the bedclothes. Why didn't I think of that, I'd say?
There's a jukebox in a bar called Skullies that consists of three severed heads which sing. In Nekropolis, you speak into your cell phone's ear and you listen to its mouth.
Matt Richter is a Cleveland cop who pursued a murderer native to Nekropolis through a portal to Earth. Matt died in Nekropolis, but as with so many things over there, being dead takes a twist.
I won't give away any of the plot, because I hate it when people do that. Suffice it to say Matt may be dead, but he's still very much a streetwise cop. These aren't the same streets he knew in Cleveland, but crime is crime, and victims are victims, and Matt is determined to bring just a glimmer or law and order to a lawless, chaotic place.
I'm not doing Nekropolis justice. It's only three bucks and change. Get it yourself; you won't be sorry!