The following online interview was originally published on Suduvu.com, 27 January 2013.
Corey Redekop is the contributor for this week’s Take Five, a regular series where we ask authors and editors to share five facts about their latest books. Redekop is the author of Husk, available now.
I’m going to now reveal five things about the making of Husk never before revealed!
1. I usually put on headphones and listen to random rock and/or roll while I write (unlike some authors, I find silence distracting). For Husk, however, I intentionally keep my iPod playlist on the weird, atonal, unusual music and soundtracks I’ve collected over the years to keep my mind jumping and nervous, more in-tune with the on-page havoc I was attempting to create. Howard Shore’s jittery score to Naked Lunch (with invaluable sax work by Ornette Coleman) would segue into John Carpenter’s dark syntho-jive that drives much of his work, giving way to John Lurie’s brilliant experimental jazz ensemble The Lounge Lizards and Philip Glass’ eerie Candyman soundtrack.
2. In my original manuscript, I brought back Munroe Purvis, a character from my debut novel Shelf Monkey. I wanted to try and create a new universe that would link together all my books. Through trial, error, and a very smart editor, Munroe found himself shafted, and I ended up with the far more interesting character of Lambertus Dixon. I am probably most proud of coming up with that name, I love a great character name. People don’t realize how hard it can be sometimes for an author to settle on monikers.
3. I had toyed with the idea of never mentioning the word “zombie,” as they’ve done with The Walking Dead series. I discarded the idea because I just couldn’t buy a world that doesn’t know the term. You see someone crawl from the grave, you think zombie, simple as that.
4. There are some suggestions to specific zombie movies and creators in some of the place and character names, but so far, not one person has noted it. Maybe “Fulci Towers” is too obvious?
5. While zombies can be terrifying, I am always gratified when someone fully embraces the humour inherent in the messy disintegration of the human body. A scene late in the book involving spools of intestine and a malfunctioning electric wheelchair is my indirect homage to the slapstick splatter comedy of Peter Jackson’s Brain Dead.