Donna Lypchuk is a pop-culture kamikaze, a middle-brow crazy, a fast food conceptualist, a fun fur-frenzied, lipstick-smudged, chain-smoking, junk-cult, three-bucks-on-a-hun', fun-loving humourist. And she's baaaacckk ...Lypchuk's column, "The Necrofiles", is the primary reason most people in Toronto pick up the alternative weekly eye every Thursday morning (and we have the surveys to prove it). In fact, we'd go so far as to say her pop culture critiques, feminist rants, spiritual musings and aimless ramblings would make the paper fly off racks across the city even if it weren't free. The proof is in the pudding: people were thrilled to pay for Donna's first collection of columns, The Necrofiles, when it was published five years ago, and now Insomniac Press is proud to capitalize on her success with a cleverly titled sequel, The Necrofiles II. Over seventy new hilarious, strange and bitter columns prove once more why Lypchuk is so often referred to as a female Hunter S. Thompson or Charles Bukowski -- though she prefers to think of them as male Donna Lypchuks.The Necrofiles II showcases Lypchuk's hard-hearted but occasionally soft-hearted views on feminism (the other F-word), love (a grave mental disease), art (from amateur porn to bad restaurant decor) and apocalypse fever (start drying that beef jerky now). Proving conclusively that messiness is next to godliness, Satan is the ideal boyfriend and one out of four Canadians is certifiably loony, The Necrofiles II answers all the important questions. And most of the trivial ones.

A veteran freelance writer, critic and playwright, Donna Lypchuk has knocked herself out to sell articles to basically every Canadian magazine in existence, so you`ve probably read her work somewhere. If you can`t remember where, now`s your chance to find out who she is and what makes her tick. We can practically guarantee you won`t be sorry.

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