Aleksandar Hemon - The Making of Zombie Wars

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The seriously, seriously funny roller-coaster ride of sex and violence that Aleksandar Hemon has long promised
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Josh Levin is an aspiring screenwriter teaching ESL classes in Chicago. His laptop is full of ideas, but the only one to really take root is Zombie Wars. When Josh comes home to discover his landlord, an unhinged army vet, rifling through his dirty laundry, he decides to move in with his girlfriend, Kimmy. It's domestic bliss for a moment, but Josh becomes entangled with a student, a Bosnian woman named Ana, whose husband is jealous and violent. Disaster ensues, and as Josh's choices move from silly to profoundly absurd, The Making of Zombie Wars takes on real consequence.

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“Can I talk with you?” She even spoke in a rustly, deep voice.

“Yes,” he said. “You may.”

“There is party,” she said. A dimple in her left cheek appeared and disappeared without anything else in her face changing.

“A party,” Joshua said.

“Saturday in the evening.”

“Saturday evening.”

“What?”

She was confused and glanced, possibly out of habit, at the blank board. He regretted his condescension, but then it allowed him to spend time looking at her: at her carmine lips, at her jawline, at her perfect nose, at the dimple mirage.

“You can say: Saturday evening,” he said.

“Okay. Saturday evening there is a party,” she said. “Many friends, many Bosnians. Also students from here.”

“What is the party for?” Joshua asked. She had the habit of readjusting her bra by pulling up the straps and straightening her shoulders. Her breasts leapt up like happy little animals.

“It is my birthday.”

“Well, happy birthday! May I ask how old you are?”

“If you want to know, you must come.”

“To your party?”

“To my party.”

The implicit requirements of the committed relationship Joshua was pursuing with Kimiko assumed spending Saturday nights together for the purposes of intimacy. It should’ve been easy for him to say no to Ana. He didn’t even need to explain.

“I don’t know,” he said. “It might be hard.”

He was conscious of avoiding mention of Kimmy to Ana, conscious that he was thereby involved in negotiations.

“On Saturday you will have had fun,” she said, and the dimple doubled — both of her cheeks were adorned with one — because she pursed her lips slightly, for an instant. It could’ve been just a twitch, certainly unconscious, or she could’ve been innocently proud of being clever, but to Joshua it looked like a conspiratorial signal, a hint of a kiss. He wasted the time he should’ve used to say no in an attempt to swallow a huge lump in his throat: at first it went down, but then it came back up tumescent. Ana, however, used that time to write down her phone number in the margin of Let’s Go, America! 5. She shouldn’t have done it, she shouldn’t have so brazenly violated the good book. Her insouciance was sexy.

Captain Ponomarenko must have mocked Teacher Josh again, because choral laughter echoed out in the hallway. Joshua fixed his gaze on the map of Israel on the far wall, pretending to be reviewing in his head his Friday schedule. The lump bobbed in his throat. Was she flirting with him? Or leaving the door temptingly ajar for him to walk through? He could see Jerusalem, the largest dot on the map.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“There will be music,” she said. “It will have been fun.”

“It will be fun,” he corrected.

“Yes, it will be lot of fun.”

Joshua swallowed the lump, and this time it didn’t come back up, settling in his stomach as a steel ball. Ana took her seat, smiling coyly at him, as if they were now bound by a shared secret. Captain P walked in and grinned, recognizing in his infinite KGB wisdom a potentially illicit exchange.

“Teacher Josh,” Captain Ponomarenko said. “Happy First April!”

* * *

Ah, Joshua, the ever lost boy! He’d never been properly seduced before. Back in college, doing Jägermeister shots until all the inhibitions were sufficiently suppressed had been the main format for his carnal negotiations. More recently, his relationship with Kimiko had progressed unnoticeably from quick friendship to sleeping together. As far as Joshua could remember, there had been few seductive signals exchanged between them prior to commitment, little flirtation, no arousingly ambiguous suggestions. Eight months earlier, they’d spent a long weekend in Linda’s vast Door County cottage, their rooms the only two in the basement. He’d been pursuing Linda, and hence accepted her invitation to Wisconsin thinking that she might finally end up being responsive, or at least horny. But the sleeping arrangement suggested that Linda had set them up so as to deflect him. Everyone had driven up on Friday evening; on Saturday Kimmy would eat sausage links off his breakfast plate, dip her bun in his yolk, as Linda grinned approvingly; in the afternoon, Kimmy would snuggle up to him on the sheepskin by the fireplace. On Sunday night she’d sneak into his room and slip into his bed equipped with a condom. They’d drive back to Chicago together on Monday, making plans for the following weekend, devoid of Linda, just the two of them — they would go to see My Big Fat Greek Wedding . Thus they had coupled. They never mentioned Linda.

Riding a bus back (home?) to Kimiko’s after class, he parsed the exchange with Ana, analyzing all the expressions of her conspicuous interest, which in turn became an elaborate fantasy, featuring his hand crawling up the inside of Ana’s thigh and into her wet depths, touching the dot she’d drawn so vividly. So possessed was he with the possibility of Ana’s seducing him that he walked past Kimiko’s to Stagger’s place, managing to stop himself just before touching the front door handle. He went back up Magnolia, hoping that Kimiko would not be home, or that she’d be at least asleep, so he could regain his bearings. But she was home, watching The Daily Show , curled up on the sofa under a very small Wisconsin-made quilt.

INT. RESTAURANT — DAY

Restaurant patrons devour their food, indifferent to their surroundings. DOUG (42) looks out the window. We cannot see his face but he wears a leather jacket over suit and tie. Outside, the sky is gray. Doug drinks his wine, refills the glass, absentmindedly watching a plastic bag flutter down a desolate street. An army convoy ROARS by, an occasional shot is heard, along with wailing sirens. Nobody pays any attention to what is going on outside, except for Doug. He lights a cigarette. By the way he inhales, it’s clear that it’s an oh-fuck-it! one, his first after a long time.

The kitchen door swings open and a waiter, evidently zombified, stumbles out, his white jacket stained with blood and brains. The waiter heads toward Doug, who gets up, toppling over the wine bottle, and retreats in horror.

DOUG

No! No! God! No!

He flicks the cigarette at the waiter. The waiter corners him, then bites into his face. Blood spurts out of the hole where Doug’s nose used to be. All the other patrons are petrified, only to lurch out of their seats and rush out the door. BOY (9) screams:

BOY

Flesheaters! Flesheaters!

The waiter feeds on Doug’s brain. An explosion destroys the restaurant, blowing the plastic bag away.

Joshua hated sleeping, but waking up was worse. Nightmares were not the problem: he never really had any. Nobody ever bothered to chase him in his dreams; he never plunged from a tall building to wake up just before exploding like a pomegranate, nor did he ever experience even the vaguest presence of death. There was little violence, only occasional vanilla sex, his dreams damp rather than wet, his subconscious a Wilmette where he was forever sleepily immortal. Still, he would wake up sweating, his heart thumping. What caused his torment was that the dreams were inconclusive; they did not so much end abruptly as they whimpered their lame way into his wakeful state; the absence of notable transition was the troubling thing. Baruch thought that whatever is, is either in itself or in the other. Well, Joshua’s dreams were neither one nor the other.

Some weeks before, he’d found himself enmeshed in a dream conundrum of laundry separation: he couldn’t decide whether his long johns were to be put on the underwear pile or the pants pile. When he’d woken up, furious and still undecided, he’d stuffed all his long johns in a garbage bag with the intention of getting rid of them. Just as he’d been about to drop the bag into the gaping mouth of a malodorous black bin, a flurry had descended from the gray heights to linger before his nose, reminding him that Chicago winters were ruthless and long.

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