Enlarge / As someone who left The Walking Dead (TV) behind, I’d like to see Rick and company take on this dude. (credit: HBO) Warning: This post contains mild spoilers for season seven of Game of Thrones
It’s hard to reinvent the zombie given these creatures have had near-infinite variations in the decades since George Romero took the undead mainstream.
There’s no real incentive to drastically innovate today, either.
Come up with a clever spin (say, The Girl With All The Gifts with zombie-dom as a genetic trait passed down through generations) and people may still ultimately dismiss a work as “just another zombie thing.” Indulge our basest, most well-tread zombie desires (Walking Dead) on the other hand, and you could comfortably attract an audience.
But when I recently started watching Game of Thrones through osmosis (aka sharing the same living room with a show obsessive), I found my attention drawn to a single entity.
George RR Martin seems to have baked in an olive branch for outsiders wading into Westeros waters late: a certain soulless, frigid, nightmarish species.
And the way they work is fascinating for anyone, series diehard or otherwise, who likes the greater body of zombie fiction.
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