The whole Pride and Prejudice and Zombies thing seemed worth a chuckle and not much more. I mean, a one-note joke on Jane Austen is all well and good, but was there really call for a sequel? Apparently yes, there was, and Dawn of the Dreadfuls will be arriving in bookstores soon. Whatever reservations you might have about that-and do you? Do you really? Are you somehow that invested in what winds up in bookstores? Is your little masterpiece somehow going unpublished while an extended riff on romantic fiction from the Regency period festooned with the living dead somehow merits a second volume? Maybe the problem is with your work and not with anyone else, did you ever consider that? I'm sure you've brought a delightful and idiosyncratic spin to modern ennui and you're no doubt terrific with illustrations of the sky and depictions of urban angst, but maybe we've all had enough of that. Did that ever occur to you?-you've got to admit that this "trailer" is pretty damned good. I enjoyed it, at least. Oh, whatever, I'm tired of you and your complaining. Just watch it. [Via]