Things you probably don’t know about me:
1. Husband and I were early Firefly-adopters. Somewhere I still have VHS tapes with every episode that aired (along with the cancelled too soon John Doe that no one else seems to care about. DIGGER! [shakes fist]). We went so long not knowing other people who watched (and being unable to convince ANYONE to watch) that it’s still kind of shocking to me how many people love it now.
2. My first non-TDMA cell phone was a Nokia 3595, and my ringtone FOREVER was a midi version of Hero of Canton.
3. I lived in/around San Diego until I was 10, then spent every weekend there when I was 17, 18 and 19.
4. I have a mega lump in my throat as I type this, thinking about Wash being a leaf on the wind.
Add to that my love of zombies and the fact that (in spite of my problems with some of her stuff) I will read anything Seanan McGuire/Mira Grant writes, and San Diego 2014: The Last Stand of the California Browncoats was a perfect storm of all my favourite sorts of geekery.
It reads like fanfic. I don’t say that in a bad way, at all. It reads like those fanfics that you take into your heart and absorb as your own personal canon. It’s like that fic I read right after Deathly Hallows came out where Dudley and Harry met again on Platform 9¾ during the epilogue cos Dudley has just sent HIS oldest off to Hogwarts.
Grant’s Newsflesh series (which I kind of panned a bit here) was full of small shit that bugged me and overshadowed what would have been a good time (for me, anyway – lots of friends love them unabashedly [see Charleen's recent experience with Feed here]), but she totally excells at the short format. Even though this novella could be considered (and has been called) Hugo Bait, I took that bait because this was exactly what I was hoping for.
San Diego 2014 takes place (as the title suggests) at the beginning of the outbreak whose aftermath we read about in Feed. Parts of it take place in the in universe current timeline, but it’s mostly a “found footage” sort of book, detailing what happened at SDCC before we were even fully prepared to admit that the zombie apocalypse was, y’know – actually a thing that was happening.
We know from the very beginning that we’re reading an interview with the lone survivor of the Con, which makes this an incredibly poignant – and at times – tearful read.
Read this even if you haven’t read the rest of the series. Read this if you love zombies or Firefly or Doctor Who or Star Wars or comics of any sort. Read this and be comforted that maybe you’d stand a chance afterall, since you’ve been prepping for this as a member of ANY fandom for most of your life. Read this and be reminded that we all stand a chance to be Big Damn Heroes someday.
I totally cried. I cried and when I wasn’t crying I had a hard time swallowing because the lump in my throat was so large.
Just read it. It’s cheap as hell and there are thousands of worse ways you could be spending your time.