NEWSLETTER: The cannibal who popularized zombies


The Father of all Pop Culture Zombies

This travel writer introduced the undead to America. He also ATE HUMAN FLESH.

In my other newsletter Pop Cultural Precursors, I wrote about the twisted life and legacy of William Seabrook. He’s the travel writer who first introduced zombies to Western pop culture. He was also a bohemian, an occultist, a sadomasochist, and a self-confessed cannibal who wrote about the smell, taste, and texture of human flesh with the relish of a restaurant critic.

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In his travelogue The Magic Island, Seabrook explains what the actual dietary needs of the original zombies were reputed to be. He shares the story of a Haitian couple, Joseph and Croyance, who command a group of field workers that are “not living men and women but unhappy zombies who [they] had dragged from their peaceful graves to slave in the sun.” Croyance must prepare tasteless meals for them because zombies immediately die if they taste salt or meat. One day she takes pity on the “poor dead creatures who should be at rest,” and decides that it might cheer them to see the crowds and processions in the city during a religious festival.

So she tied a new bright-colored handkerchief around her head, aroused the zombies from the sleep that was scarcely different from waking, gave them their morning bowl of cold, unsalted plantains boiled in water, which they ate dumbly uncomplaining, and set out with them for the town. Croyance, in her bright kerchief, leading the nine dead men and women behind her, past the railroad crossing, where she murmured a prayer to Legba, past the great white-painted wooden Christ, who hung life-sized in the glaring sun, where she stopped to kneel and cross herself—but the poor zombies prayed neither to Papa Legba nor to Brother Jesus, for they were dead bodies walking, without souls or minds.

In town, Croyance slipped up and mistakenly fed salted pistachios to the zombies. The seasoned food broke the spell that had suspended them in an unnatural state between life and death; they all cried out, and then they each began to trudge towards the graveyards in their home villages. “No one dared stop them, for they were corpses walking in the sunlight, and they themselves and all the people know that they were corpses.”

When they reached their destinations, each of the zombies fell to the ground and immediately transformed into a pile of rotted flesh.

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I write speculative fiction, cultural criticism, humor, and journalism, with a particular interest in retrofuturism, video games, fandom, and forgotten corners of pop culture history. My work has been published by Wired, Rolling Stone, Slate, McSweeney’s, Alta Journal, Flash Fiction Online, Underland Press, and Shacklebound Books. I also publish the newsletter Pop Cultural Precursors.

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