There’s a story of subculture that’s both been told to me and that I’ve, in some small way, observed in realtime: the story of beautiful and tragic fragility. Tokens pass between friends, are pressed into the hands of lovers. Books are printed, tabled, set out as beacons for others in the hopes of finding and speaking to those like us.
A friend of mine recently had surgery, and in one of those thoughtful moves that never seem to occur to me, one of his co-workers lent him a bag of easy-reading books for his hospital stay. While I was visiting him I found him asleep, and started the nearest book that seemed good (the one he was in the middle of, of course), World War Z, by Max Brooks.
Zombies have been showing up more and more in pop culture – from video games (Plants vs Zombies and Left 4 Dead are only two of the more popular out of many many examples), books (WWZ, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies), activities (zombie walks), to of course movies.