Night of the Living Dead Books

Abstract

A Saturday night of intellectual debauchery—flipping through People magazine issues and simultaneously conducting an ongoing multichannel search for bearable moments in a host of uncolorized old movies, while munching on a large bag of chips and two bags full of microwave popcorn—washed down by a gallon of new generation cola. The last‐minute peanut‐butter‐and‐jelly sandwich is definitely a major mistake. Thoroughly sick to the stomach, I dizzily stumble into bed. After tossing restlessly into a fitful sleep, I somehow find myself stranded on a desert isle, a beautiful green hump of earth in the midst of a sparkling sea. It does not take long to explore the length and breadth of the island—no people are about, and not even a pet in sight unless I can housebreak the members of a rather ugly species of large iguana. There are some small finches high up in the trees that make a pleasant peep but could never be trained to parrot human speech. What to do for intellectual companionship?

Citation

Miller, W. (1987), "Night of the Living Dead Books", Reference Services Review, Vol. 15 No. 2, pp. 5-7. https://doi.org/10.1108/eb060331