Review: Night of the Assholes

 You’re probably thinking: more zombies? C’mon!  But Night of the Assholes is far more disturbing than any mere zombie story.  Kevin Donihe takes a surreal perspective to Romero’s genre, as well as tons of gore and an emotional punch that takes the horror to another level.  In this world, people are transforming into various types of assholes.  They can be all sorts of things, from football players to frat boys.  But they’re all obnoxious, rude, selfish, and aggressive.  The asshole plague spreads fast because whenever a normal human loses their temper with an asshole, they become one themselves.  The assholes are bent on chaos, are nearly indestructible, and there’s no escape from them.


The main character is Barbara.  She sees her brother, who is a peaceful Buddhist, confronted by an asshole and transformed into a rugby hooligan.  Barbara has anger issues, and if a Buddhist can become an asshole, what hope does she have?  She goes on the run from the asshole horde, and finds sanctuary in an old house, where she meets other survivors.  In true Romero style, they are trapped, supplies are limited, the horde is growing, and it’s only a matter of time before they break in and get you.  Trapped inside are six people, and the house itself is just as strange as the asshole outbreak.

Night of the Assholes begins with Barbara’s brother quoting Buddhist philosophy.  By the end, Donihe has ripped all of that away to show a world dominated by the worst kinds of people.  Love proves to be the only weapon that can fight the assholes.  It gives the story a romantic feel that’s honest, but still asks how far that can get you.  The horror of this book is old-fashioned human nature: a world of insufferable and shallow Neanderthals.  How does one survive that without being sucked into the abyss and becoming just another douche?  The answer is terrifying in true Donihe style.  Night of the Assholes is sort of a zombie book, but one that gets right to the heart of what makes the shambling hordes so scary.  There are tons of them, few of us, and in the end we’re all dead anyway.

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