We, The Infected

you have the guy with the shirtless t-shirt, and all these zombies that have picked up a load of stuff in the garden to kill their victims in all kinds of imaginative ways, and this guy is the hero. He’s the one that is going to save us all, and I don’t like him. I don’t believe in him, he’s a bad actor and had a supporting role in say Beverly Hills, and how he has his first shot at being a star, and he sucks. I just want the monster to come and kill him so that the nerdy kid who at least has had one interesting line of dialogue can get a shot in at the monster with the spade…

This is a "first novel" par excellence, in the sense that I tell a good part of my own childhood. Oskar lives in the apartment where I grew up in Blackeberg. I did not know initially that he would develop a friendship with a vampire, but once that was done, I saw all the vampire movies and especially read Carmilla by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu. I wanted to escape completely from the model forged by Anne Rice, including taking a vampire stuck in a child's body and imagine his life. This is a child sentenced to death for drinking blood, like a terrible disease, a child alone and terribly unhappy. [via Google translator]