Peter Stenson’s Fiend:
A Novel had just enough verve to keep me reading, even though the initial
premise of the book seemed thin or lacking. In Fiend, meth users are the only people to
survive a zombie apocalypse. Stenson
pulls this novel off largely by not straying from the mark. I admire this kind of writer, one who stays
true to his or her vision. In the end, it provides the ballast for a story.
A note: a sloppy read of Fiend
makes using meth seem a romantic or enhancing experience. It is neither, so please don’t read the novel
in a sloppy manner!
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