Bob Fingerman

Una plaga mundial prácticamente ha acabado con el género humano, y los ciudadanos de Nueva York no son una excepción. Ocho millones de zombis, hombro con hombro, recorren las calles, ávidos de carne humana. Los residentes de un edificio del Upper East Side han aunado fuerzas para mantenerse a salvo, mientras el desfile de seres putrefactos que ven desde sus ventanas les recuerda continuamente su posible destino. La tensión entre los inquilinos, confinados en sus apartamentos, crece a medida que se agotan los víveres. Cuando divisan a una adolescente solitaria que camina sin miedo entre los muertos vivientes, sin armas ni protección, su mundo se abre.… (mere)

This parody of Dante's Inferno finds prostitute Dotty Dasche condemned to the second circle of Hell and drafted as an office worker who greets and gives out work assignments to a never-ending line of naked men who constantly sexually harass her. As in Dante's Inferno several famous people -- e.g., Tommy Wiseau, Francis Bacon, and Donald Trump, Jr. -- pop up in cameos in the story or in the background.

It's supposed to be funny, and I have found Fingerman's work amusing in the past, but this seems to think humor consists only of sexual harassment, visible penises, and many, many piles of feces. It wants to be wicked and witty, but its just dreary and dull.

There are six short stories with Dotty and then three stories featuring the demon duo Ralf + Borax. It was annoying that the stories weren't printed in some sort of chronological order because the final Dotty story features a cross-over with Ralf + Borax with inside jokes that can only make sense if new readers know who in the hell Ralf + Borax are.… (mere)