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Is this prequel to Pride and Predjudice and Zombies, the most successful literary mashup of last year, DOA or a whole new trick? Here is what we can serve up immediately about Dawn Of The Dreadfuls after you click right here.

Morsel One: This book is easier to read that than the original Zombies smash as it avoids the stiff prose of Ms. Austen. It reads a little more like a movie. Asses are kicked, skirts are lifted, and no one is safe.

Morsel Two: The dreadfuls are even more disgusting.

Morsel Three: “Victorian” is a euphemism for passions long repressed. This could be why the cover of the book looks like the little girl has lost it a bit early. It is also why if Austen were to rise from her grave tomorrow we believe she would scream like a banshee in tortured ecstasy that her deepest passions have been co-opted by another writer. A man, no less.

Years ago, while growing up in Italy, a contributor to Groovyman.com witnessed frequently smoky clouds emitted from the tailpipes of Moto Guzzis favored by the Italian Police. These corpulent cycles could never hold anything but a overly rich fuel mixture in their carbs, which frequently caused them to belch and break down. The same can be said of numerous older Harleys which remain prized pieces of trash for what can only be considered misplaced patriotism. Particularly when 60s and 70s Hondas now tower over everything else in grooviness.

Unlike the American, Italian and British horrors of that period, Hondas still perform reliably and suddenly look really, really cool with their frequent two tone paint jobs, chromed parts and chassis’ screwed together in all the right places. They also feature fuel injection.

Aesthetics and quality aside, its also worth noting that Soichiro Honda was a true maverick and was shunned ocassionally by a society that prized conformism. Honda shares that distinction with the auteur Akira Kuozawa, Godzilla and other Japanese creatures that are frequently misunderstood.

Came across this sterling twist on the book club. It’s not a “club” at all but instead a series of visiting lectures by top authors. Apparently a cadre of writers like Tim O’Brien and a few others are going to regale the suburban demimonde’ with great literature, good munchies and a smattering of gossip. More Jack K. than Jackie Collins. Hopefully this concept will get traction before Harpo hears about it. We can’t find a url but our readers will be the first to know. (possibly: www.clubbook.org)

While Health Care is not a topic that conjures up “grooviness,” one questions where civilization would be without it. If we can’t stay healthy enough, then, well, we can’t bring ourselves to make posts about important things to buy. This billboard reminds us that good advertising can promise much but only people can deliver.

Got you eh? Being politically correct is the opposite of irreverent. While we have nothing to say about Jesus, we do have a great link to a very funny place to buy books. The site is called Quirk books and it packs a plethora of reference books that are well off the Barnes&Noble, Chronicle Books and even Phaidon (great place, still) path. It might even have a good compilation of Jesus Action figures and Catholic iconography but we’ve yet to see anything. Unlike that blinding light that hit us on the road to Detr…oh forget it.