An outlandishly funny, unambiguously bloody
novel about fame, love, religion, politics, and appetite.
It
is one thing to die, alone and confused, trapped with your pants down around
your ankles in the filthiest bus restroom in existence. Its quite another
thing to wake up during the autopsy, attack the coroner, and flee into the
wintry streets of Toronto.
Its not like Sheldon Funk
didnt have enough on his plate. His last audition, for the reality television
series House Bingo, had gone disastrously wrong. His mother was in the late
stages of dementia. His savings were depleted, his agent couldnt care less,
and his boyfriend was little more than a nice set of abs. Now, Sheldon also has
to contend with decomposition, the scent of the open grave, and an unending
appetite for human flesh. Plus another audition in the morning.
For Sheldon to survive his death
without literally falling apart at the seams, he has to find a way to balance
family, career, and cannibalism, which would be a lot easier if he could stop
eating hoboes. Husk, the story of theeveryzombie.
