Father. Husband. Son. Brother. Kid from the East San Fernando Valley becomes comic book creator, novelist, concept artist, storyboard artist, instructor, worshiper of classic Spielberg and Lucas, fanatic of all things dinosauria, Los Angeles sports teams fan, enjoyer of tacos up and down the West Coast, Kurosawa and Hitchcock sycophant, driver of fast European cars, inherent resister of authority, and graduate of Art Center College of Design.
I read this book when I was a kid, in the mid-eighties. Using anthropology to find the source of the zombi myth that had been part of the culture in the Caribbean, the author actually discovered that there was a reality behind the stories, and in fact a scientific basis for turning someone you don't like into the walking dead, and I don't mean the grocery clerk at your neighborhood quiki-mart.