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About the Author
Frédérik Sisa is a writer and poet who dreads writing bios almost as much as he loathes referring to himself in the third person. What is he, royalty? He thinks not – which isn’t to say that he doesn’t think at all. In fact, he thinks a lot about many, many things, a trait that is ideal for being a columnist and art critic with a Culver City community newspaper. It’s also not too shabby for doing marketing for an architecture firm.

Beyond his personal goal of promoting goth artistry, Frédérik has resolved to use his powers of writing for good instead of evil by helping the soon-to-be-married write their ceremonies and vows. His personal website is www.inkandashes.net.
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Book Review: You Suck
Frédérik Sisa
You suck!” is what nineteen-year-old C. Thomas Flood (the“C” doesn’t stand for anything; it’s just a comic affectation) says to his girlfriend Jody after discovering that she’s killed him and turned him into a vampire. It’s understandable. Perfect health. Eternal life. The ability to turn into mist. Really hot, earth-shattering, furniture-disturbing, almost supernatural monkey sex. What’s there to be happy about? Oh yes: drinking blood, sleeping during the day, and an inability to eat yummy human food. Lovely.
In this sequel to Bloodsucking Fiends, Christopher Moore writes about Flood’s learning curve as a vampire in a hip and contemporary style – we know this because his writing almost comes out and says,“Hey, I’m hip and contemporary”. Thankfully, You Suck is, to make a cross-medium comparison, like the film Juno. After staring out like a bludgeon to the head, the language magically transforms itself into something effortless and, yes, amusing.
But then, there’s the plot and characters. Flood is turned, experiences his last bowel movement (tee hee) as Jody teaches him the ropes of being a vampire... then Moore lets loose the platypuses of comedy (no dogs of war here: this is parody) as he drags in an old vampire on a killing spree, a ruthless prostitute who sees vampirism as an escape from her sordid life, and Flood’s crew of vampire-killing slackers. Or, rather, I wish he had let loose the platypuses of comedy rather than the hamsters of mild amusement. Exhibit entered into evidence: Flood and Jody need a minion for daytime errands, so Flood picks a goth girl (of course) with ambitions of becoming a vampire (naturally) who listens to a band called Dead Can Dub (har, har) and calls herself Abby Normal (stop it, please, you’re killing me) and hides a secret propensity for perkiness (oh, the horror!). Oh my, a parody of goth within a parody of vampire stories; are we laughing yet? Where is Sexbat when you need him?
The problem is that You Suck doesn’t have enough teeth to deliver a lasting bite mark. There’s not enough plot to make it narratively nutritious, nor are the characters so deeply developed that the book can rank as a character study, although Abby Normal does, at least, give the book some entertainment value, however much that value can be measured in pennies. You Suck, in other words, doesn’t elicit great pontification or analysis. And with a parody that is rather bloodless on the whole, You Suck suffers the indignity of being harmless. At the very least, the book certainly doesn’t inspire profound and incredibly witty book reviews. It’s a take it or leave it kind of thing, with no real penalty for either choice.