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Meredith's BEST OF 2022

12/24/2022

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Did I read a lot in 2022? YES! Was it enough? NO! Is it ever enough? NO! IT IS AGONY! Here are my favorite 2022 releases:
 
TRESPASSES – Louise Kennedy
 
An indelibly poised debut novel from – dare I say – the hottest writer out of Ireland right now?! This book follows a young woman named Cushla, a 24-year-old primary school teacher and defacto caretaker of her alcoholic mother in the aftermath of her father’s death, as she falls irresistibly for a married man in his 50s amidst The Troubles of the 1970s around Belfast. Kennedy’s reserved and highly stylized writing delivers a book that is an overwhelmingly sexy romance without being a romance novel – a text of gutsily redefined borders across class, religion, age, landscape, and language.

 
 TOMORROW, AND TOMORROW, AND TOMORROW – Gabrielle Zevin
 
Zevin brings gaming to the literary forefront with this spectacular and moving story of Sam and Sadie, two young creative geniuses and friends over the course of their aspirational and professional careers in game-development. Zevin’s novel is riddled with “Easter Eggs” for gamers, fun nods to the history and experience of gaming, as well as some nods for those who have coded and designed games. Expertly crafted, Zevin manages to elevate both literature and video games as art forms while simultaneously embedding characters deep in your heart.
 
ANOTHER WAY TO SPLIT WATER – Alycia Pirmohamed
 
Pirmohamed’s debut poetry collection is a gorgeous and balanced meditation on longing, the body, things inherited, and more, oft conveyed through tender metaphor of water, of fluidity. Pirmohamed’s language alone is overwhelmingly inventive – she uses select words in such ways as to make them feel completely new. A text to evoke those long-buried aches, this is why we read poetry – to see the self in others, to be recognized.
 
DELPHI – Clare Pollard
 
Pollard’s work deserves a place up amongst Claire Vaye Watkins’s “I LOVE YOU BUT I’VE CHOSEN DARKNESS” and Carmen Maria Machado’s “IN THE DREAM HOUSE” – this compact, experimental text forms earnest, lyrical micro-essays around a series of chapter-headings exploring “-mancy” (a suffix to mark different types of magic), and balances an ephemeral line of academic writing, poetry, and autofiction, while pushing electrifyingly at the bounds of what writing can be.
 

I’M GLAD MY MOM DIED – Jennette McCurdy
 
We knew this was going to be good but we didn’t know it was going to be this good. McCurdy’s story is one of the the worst of its kind for child actors, but the multi-talented artist mines it skillfully, developing a handbook of survival for all. The structure and tone of this memoir is brilliant – framed around the death of her mother and paced beautifully with profound grief, relief, and humor, McCurdy’s 2022 release hosts a litany of trigger warnings, true, but nevertheless was so compelling as to be a one-sitting read.
 
THE GHOST WOODS – C.J. Cooke
 
C.J. Cooke’s striking novel delivers everything one might ask for from a story: fairytales, murder, obscured then uncovered histories, and an unexpected model for queer family life. This atmospheric thriller set in “mother and baby homes” – archaic institutions for unwed pregnant mothers - during the 1950s and 1960s in Scotland takes the best elements of folklore and winds them up tight with the thrill of pop-science’s relevant obsessions with the fungal kingdom and some meaningful reflections on motherhood.
 
 

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Matthew's Favorite Books of 2022

12/22/2022

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I read a lot in 2022.  I tried to read everything, but couldn't.  Balancing a full-time job and reading are two very independent sorts of work, and both demanding.  Reading can be taxing just as much as it can be a form of escapism, but boy is it rewarding.  Here are my favorites, and I hope you'll consider picking them up if they seem like they might fit your tastes too! 


​​Fellowship Point by Alice Elliott Dark 
This novel is massive in size and scope, but at the heart of it is this sprawling story of a best friendship that stretches decades, and connects so many wonderful mysteries (even if it's not a mystery novel).  Fellowship Point is as thrilling and engrossing as it is demanding, and is the book I most compare to watching the best episodes of Gilmore Girls (yes, it's that good!).  Dark is famous for her stories, but here she takes on a six hundred plus page novel about two octogenarians focused on a conflict over the land they have, in part, called home for years.  It will make you cry as easily as it will make you smile, but Dark makes a point of showing that feeling any and all emotions is never really a bad thing.  Pick it up and trust me, and trust Ms. Dark--please! 

​Trespasses by Louise Kennedy
This is a beautiful novel that doubles as easily as a literary love story as it does a crime novel (maybe crime lite)! Set during the Troubles, this is the story of a young woman who begins a relationship with a married man (how juicy) with the expected tragic outcomes--only, here's the thing, Kennedy has a way of producing the most gut-wrenching, emotionally searing effects out of the most ordinary stories.  That's also the best thing about the best literature: the ability to make the ordinary seem and feel extraordinary, just like how it does to anyone who experiences their own tragedies and accomplishments.  Everything feels monumental to the individual, doesn't it? 

I Must Betray You by Ruta Sepetys 
GOD, THIS BOOK.  PLEASE PICK UP THIS BOOK.  Set during the 1980s in Romania, this follows a young man who is blackmailed into becoming an informer for his government, turning him against his people--and, from there, becoming aware that there is a traitor amongst his friends and family--only who? This will keep you guessing all the way to the sizzling climax, and boy if this isn't a novel that doesn't bother holding a single punch.  I would read this book again and again in a heartbeat if I could.  Please, pick it up. 

The Latecomer by Jean Hanff Korelitz 
I'd heard some mixed things about some of Korelitz's earlier books, so I was hesitant in checking her out.  I'm so glad I picked up this book.  It's convinced me to revisit her whole oeuvre.  This is a sprawling literary novel about a family, about four siblings (including "the latecomer" in question, a young woman who is preserved in a fertility laboratory for years while her siblings go about living their own living, breathing, complicated lives).  What a book.  Another novel that will warrant countless rereads in the funeral.  Such a fun, engrossing, beautiful read. 

Seasonal Work by Laura Lippman 
Very rarely are story collections as diverse, varied, and beautiful as this.  These stories are engrossing, from the stories that stand alone (although usually tied in with other works of Lippman's) to the great tales featuring her famous PI Tess Monaghan.  I've loved Lippman and her work for the longest time, and if you have a moment, I'm convinced this collection will convince you to love her too.  She's extraordinary.  

Run Time by Catherine Ryan Howard 
This is a great meta novel that features something more involved and propulsive than a typical novel within a novel--try movies within novels, scripts within stories, a whole mixture of modes of storytelling to engage you from beginning to finish.  Howard is such a versatile writer, able to move between many modes of storytelling and versions of traditional stories (think: serial killer narratives, stories of loves gone wrong, etc), taking each tale and making it wholly her own.  I'm in love with this writer, and if you haven't discovered her yet, you should.  

Trust by Hernan Diaz 
Diaz takes four different stories--four different novels--four different ways of telling the same story--and spins out a sort of postmodernist take on Citizen Kane, and whoa if it isn't extraordinary.  I loved each of these stories, and how they each peeled apart like layers of an onion, revealing the truths of the characters over time.  Diaz is remarkable in his elliptical storytelling skills, weaving in so many different characters (and versions of the same character!) to tell a whole truth (and what a truth)--and what an accomplishment.  

The Candy House by Jennifer Egan 
Egan's stories have this effect, always: that feeling you get right before you're about to cry, when you're holding back tears and your eyes burn.  Right before the endorphins release, right before healing begins.  She is a master of taking any story--every story--and connecting it to the greater human experience.  She continues her examinations/thought experiments about time (she's a big fan of Proust, and a worthy successor to boot) in a grand way: this time through speculative/science fiction.  She proves herself yet again a master of the craft, of any craft, stretching her skills far beyond the boundaries of most writers and providing a new landscape to draw stories from. 

Life's Work by David Milch 
What a beautiful memoir, written while the writer--the creator of NYPD Blue and my favorite, Deadwood--suffers with Alzheimers.  Told with the voice of a poet (and did you expect any less?) and the wisdom of a man who has seen and experienced a lot--this is a memoir that ranks among my favorite nonfiction works of all time, not to mention my favorite works of the year.  It's worth reading for so many reasons, but the sheer enjoyment I got from it--that's something I don't think most writers could recapture, let alone summon to begin with.  

The Family Chao by Lan Samantha Chang 
This book about the death of the patriarch of an Asian-American family, the trial of one of his children that results (was it a murder? was it merely accidental/coincidental?) dives deep into the psyches of its characters, and produces a brave, sprawling, beautiful narrative, stretching across the parents and three sons in a novel that mixes Shakespeare with Dostoevsky, not to mention drawing a lot of comparisons to one of my favorite novels of all time, ​Miracle Creek by the remarkable Angie Kim (please read this as well, if you haven't) as well as the wonderful On Beauty by Zadie Smith, about the three children of an interracial British-American family.  What a book! Chang is a writer to admire and return to as well. 

Tell Me Everything by Erika Krouse 
This memoir by writer Krouse returns to her time as a private investigator working a major sexual assault case.  Krouse's story moves between the different worlds she inhabits, in a world where her welcoming face, somehow familiar to nearly anyone, allows her to move between suspects and victims, lovers and friends, writing and a darker kind of work.  She bleeds the lines between the different realities she knows, creating a beautifully real world you can't look away from, even if it's hard to inhabit at times.  Krouse's voice is as inviting as her face, as earnest as any fictional character she might create elsewhere.  I can't imagine a memoir more intriguing than this story.  

Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver 
Finally, one of my favorite books: a reimagining of David Copperfield in Appalachia, set against the opioid crisis, and moving between a world as beautiful as it is startlingly scary.  Kingsolver creates a startling real character all her own, and as fully realized as David was to Dickens.  Her language is poetic, brutal, razor-sharp.  Her stories, while, yes, mirroring Dickens to a t, fit so well in the story of modern Appalachia it might be hard to realize otherwise.  This is one of the next Great American Novels.  

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Reviews of the Magnificent Works of Lauren Berry

5/15/2021

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Below, see extensive and essential reviews of Lauren Berry's two collections of poetry, The Lifting Dress and ​The Rented Altar .  Lauren is the winner of the National Poetry Series (2011) and the C & R Press Poetry Award (2020).  I hope to also have Lauren on for an interview, so stay tuned! And purchase both of her books for yourself and everyone you know immediately! 
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Pictured above: Poet Lauren Berry; Collections The Lifted Dress and The Rented Altar​
Below, see extensive and essential reviews of Lauren Berry's two collections of poetry, The Lifting Dress and ​The Rented Altar

The first time I read the lines in Lauren Berry’s first collection, The Lifting Dress “I should never have been allowed / to be more than a child,” I did the closest thing to crying I’m used to.  I got Chinese food, my chest seized up a bit and I had a panic attack or four, and I stood and looked at the mirror in my en suite bathroom wondering, When do I stop growing, and when do I actually grow into the person I want to be, or am supposed to be? I still haven’t answered that question, nor found the answer or provided it for myself, and I still haven’t gotten over the luminous and impeccably talented poet Lauren Berry.
 
The story of the poem collection concerns a young woman’s rape and coping with the aftermath of trauma, which in a way is a universal language, all trauma different, all varying in degrees and severities, but especially open to and directly targeting those more vulnerable, those minorities, those silenced.  Poetry is a way of speaking victims learn when they must gush before being interrupted, and this book is like a series of demands and begging not to be interrupted once again. 
 
In her first collection, The Lifting Dress, read and really devoured entirely again, again just days after an ER trip, a direct result from my own sexual assault. Some lines were too familiar, like “...she said she lived / because she never / mistook the lighted rooms / of the hospital / for Heaven.” These lines, both referring to childhood and hospital lights are from the same poem, believe it or not.  The idea that we grasp on to things, even the intangible handlebars we want to believe are there, that we make manifest for ourselves in our own seeing, are things so powerful they can get us through a lifetime that is really only the brief moments after a trauma, the seconds we survive.  
 
These lines come from the same poem, “Big Sister Drinks in the Field Behind the Children’s Hospital,” written years ago now.  I imagine any poet or aspiring poet might be frightened by such a young writer who could summon in brief what novelists and story writers like Dorothy Allison and Sandra Cisneros spend careers pondering.  Not to throw disparage either writer.  I love them both as well (and I do hope Lauren notes mentioning the Cisneros’s wondrous scent, and me likely frightening her nearly to death by slamming on brakes because, frankly, I’d sell my best friend’s soul to meet Cisneros). 
 
I’ve yet to even engage with her most recent collection, the ingeniously titled The Rented Altar, but can you blame me with poems, less a punch to the gut than straight through your chest? Gems like “magnolia flower withers” sounds less Steel Magnolias than the more innovative and emotionally obliterating Terms of Endearment, with prejudice regarding my love for the late Larry McMurtry.  Descriptions that read “his mother’s quick womb” to make William Gay quiver. Titles alone like “The Year My Father Mistook the Ocean for a Mistress” could be ripped right out of Cane. 
 
Flowers play just as much a role in this collection as anything bled (I think leeches, I think ancient and false cures for illness, I think of kissing the first boy I knew in that way, twelve, sitting at the top of a magnolia tree and toppling and falling and scraping my knee).  There’s a beauty in the blood, the freshness there, but also the way bugs come, the swamp ferocious, the beauty in blood and in flowers, and the demand that some things which are naturally beautiful always remain this way, when they cannot.  I cannot speak enough of this collection.  And I feel I cannot provide too many quotes, or summarize too many poems, soliloquys sometimes almost in the way Cisneros writes of the same subject in The House on Mango Street. High praise. 
 
It’s amazing how like Zora Neale Hurston, Karen Russell, Lauren Groff, among others, Berry can find beauty (even when tainted, bruised, poisoned) in the same water that fuels brilliant but disturbing Carl Hiaasen novels and meth alligators.  Oh, I’m talking about Florida.  
 
Lauren Berry’s second stunning collection is the gloriously crafted and C&R Press Poetry Award Winner, The Rented Altar. The poet challenges all other poets working today with a collection about a woman trying to fit into the shoes of her husband’s first wife.  I think of my nephew, Rabbit, and changing my first diaper during my first fourteen-hour shift with just us two. He was on antibiotics, I wore what amounted to a makeshift hazmat suit, and how it became more experiment than experience (“experiment” being a word my sister will love to hear).  
 
Berry has a gift for twisting births, and rebirths, the pain and labor, the mental and the physical, all of these things into one.  One reason I likely won’t ever marry is because I cannot marry a man after he leaves his initial wife upon coming out of the closet. The other is the idea of portraits, paintings, pictures of our new family together.  In “Family Portrait with my Stepson’s Heel Against My Stomach,” Berry writes, “Your heart was the only knot. / A labor pain. I sang, Build / a teepee, come inside, / close it tight so we can hide.” The heart, a knot, something worth throwing shoelaces and yarn away, something we learn as boy scouts in case we ever do decide to attempt a personal sequel to 127 Hours.  In theory, these can be undone.  Practically, easily, quickly, they’re near impossible to untangle. 
 
Similarly, the children’s rhyme about a teepee is something I’d never heard until reading Berry’s collection.  Here the narrator exists, teaching the child to tie a tighter knot, perhaps trapping the child, perhaps creating her own solitary.  Preschool teachers taught me of teepees being unique ways to trap warmth, to survive, and here there is survival, but the reader could see the teepee, the knot, the heart helplessly, endlessly unmanageable, something that can never be made available to the reader or the second wife. 
 
Before this, Berry tackles the subject so many of us have dealt with in one form or another, unless you’re the kind of guest that feels OK overstaying your welcome.  In one of the opening poems (“The Bar of Dove Soap Hist First Wife Left Behind”) there’s shudder of owning someone else’s property, or possibly not knowing if the property is yours to even touch (“My husband’s first wife / held you to her fluttering, / broken heart.”).  And something as simple as a bar of Dove soap, which often is plain, white, scentless, and yet so full of everything the narrator fears, regrets, and if I go deep into abject theory, and I’ll spare you, repulses the narrator at times when this bar which could almost be a blank space does, in fact, dominate everything. 
 
There are flowers, there are scents, there are baths throughout the collection which really dominate the book in the need to be a blank slate.  The author wants to be something new, and possibly something that can be molded and made or shaped.  “She wanted to make things / struggle into beauty. / Was I not enough?” Berry writes in “Red Geraniums,” writing about her mother’s own flowers and that might be her own.  To the northern reader, flowers are often a symbol, the blooming sensation of life, but in the South, and in Florida, the weather is often always warm, the flowers not always in peak condition but often always there in some form, and these reminders cannot be uprooted, unless we rip them straight out of the soil, and then there is earth, resembling cracked desert wasteland but more wet from the humidity.  Berry takes metaphors than can become cliché and instead uses flowers in a Floridian sense—they are not reborn but always there, and no matter what she does they are the same flowers, the same petals, nothing to separate herself from the woman who came before her, nothing to water and call her own. 
 
Berry is an author of rare talent.  Her poetry is a shipwreck in the Bermuda triangle, an urban legend so terrifying it’s beautiful.  Buy her books now and read her work slowly.  Embrace her confidence, even as she speaks through a character or herself, her writing reminding me of one of my closest mentors and favorite friends, the genius poet Julianna Baggott, whose poem concerning Mary Todd Lincoln still swallows me whole sometime.  Berry likewise is the same type of all encompassing, entirely consuming heatwave, relentless, a Paul Thomas Anderson movie post-There Will Be Blood, the terrifying and subtle heartbreak in Forster’s A Passage to India, the diving into the wreck, and Berry would make Rich proud. 
 
Buy her books now, here and here, and listed plainly below. 
 
The Lifting Dress
 
The Rented Altar

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RAZORBLADE TEARS by SA Cosby

4/30/2021

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I vacillate.  Some days I want to say, "Shawn is my best friend" because let's be real, that's everyone's dream.  I want to shake some people when they say he was "discovered" and don't recognize that everything he's ever written, including his writing prior to Blacktop Wasteland, was amazing.  I have very rarely been able to read a book so many times when it deals with mortuaries, as I won't even eat on the same street as a funeral home.  However, this book, Razorblade Tears, serves as more than a fine follow up to Blacktop Wastleland, and a worthy addition to his own canon, but it's possibly Cosby's best work yet.  When I read the description initially about a black father and grandfather avenging the murders of their gay sons, two different races from two different backgrounds, I almost gasped.  That kind of gasp when you're like wow, I didn't think of this? Or more like, How could anyone think of this but Shawn? Yes, there are some downsides to the book, like the cliched setup you may see by the time you reach the end, but no one is writing about race or any topical issue as critical and necessary as SA Cosby.  This book was something I didn't just read while walking, but if there was a traffic stop with no end in sight, I pulled it out.  If I was unable to find anything to do for a few minutes (or looking for a few minutes to spare), I read this book.  I took this book with me nearly everywhere, and I passed through an extremely difficult and also divine period in my life remind gate novel in the city where it is set.  If you need more background on the novel: the world is fucked.  If you need more background: most writers penning The Great American Novel About Civil Rights cannot write for shit, but Cosby is one of the grand exceptions, and someone who can occupy the mindset and roles of others outside himself in ways nearly no other author can, other than fellow powerhouses Laura Lippman, Attica Locke, Steph Cha, Megan Abbott, and a few others.  He is able to access the idea of an interracial gay couple being murdered (and make them human, make them more than victims, and not create some grand scheme in order for us to understand how fucked it is they were killed for being gay and two different races in love) and also the mindsets of these people, of the people who hate them (while still astonishing in his ability to make them almost seem human), the development of the white grandfather/father who is so incredibly diverse and reminds me of a backcountry character ripped out of an alternate version of the script of Terms of Endearment, the film, which is honestly one of the greatest compliments I can give.  Ike, arguably the protagonist in the novel (in film school we are forced to challenge ourselves and each other and decide who THE protagonist of a novel or film is, and ourselves to choose one, even if the book or movie passes as a sot of buddy novel, as does this one).  There's so much weight in this novel.  There's so much humor.  The novel is a masterclass on escalating tension, maintaining suspense, building grand characters, and destroying expectations of any and every reader.  It's a book you should not miss, and yes, I did recommend it to a studio as a good version of No Country for Old Men.  These are country people, black and white.  They are the people I knew and grew up with--my black best friend, a successful businesswoman no one ever immediately realizes is a lawyer.  My malicious family members (I won't mention which side of my family but I'm sure you can guess), who justify hate, who have defended the KKK, but who weren't rich enough to join the KKK (something I always laugh about, even if it sounds horrible--the fact that they weren't only viciously defensive of the KKK, but that the KKK treats itself as a sort of country club for white men who hate everyone else).  Cosby has provided an outlet for me, a gay man involved in an interracial engagement that eventually led to its own demise in a different sort of violence, striking home in a way that is so hard to describe and believe, but trust me, you'll want to read this book to find out why.  There is no post-racist America.  That's like saying there was ever a pre-racist America.  This goes for homophobia, sexism, transphobia, and so many other forms of hate we are just in recent years starting to say, "Hey, that's not OK to talk about in that way," better yet in Cosby's case where he takes this career that keeps rising and escalating and building on his own pure talent and provide a socially controversial and important novel and--best reason to buy the novel yet--he doesn't let his readers down.  He's someone I hope will allow me to interview him again in the (very near) future, and he's someone who everyone should read.  If Blacktop Wasteland was the breakthrough Max Max film for Cosby, consider this motherfucking Fury Road with its own unique, troubled, and at many times triumphant protagonist Ike.  You won't forget him.  So here's to SA Cosby, and you can preorder Razorblade Tears ​and his other novels here. I do not believe My Darkest Prayer is listed here for some reason, so find that too.  Immediately.  
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FIGHT NIGHT by Miriam Toews

4/18/2021

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 Big surprise here: Writers can save lives.  I know that Miriam Toews has saved my life twice.  First, after multiple attempts to take my own life, All My Puny Sorrows became the book that seemed to redeem me, that put the humor in mental illness, and made it so real.  Some claimed it was a book with no plot (although still genius) that only Toews could make work, and perhaps that's true.  Her most recent book, other than the upcoming Fight Night, is Women Talking, the plainly worded title that features one of the most marvelous books of the century so far.  We see women discussing men who have raped them in their sleep, and the impossible consequences they have to face-all while coping with this humor, and me coping with being sexually and physically assaulted, and seeing a sort of joy in life past the destruction.  This is not a Mitch Album novel.  I do not mean her humor makes the wound better.  I mean the humor makes the wound real, something we modern people (especially Americans) cannot seem to understand--that we can hurt, that we can change, that we can evolve, and all of this is OK.  In her new book Fight Night, which I found less charming but still better than most other books because it is, after all, Miriam Toews, she talks about the life of a young girl (told from this girl's POV) that echoes the voice and influence of writers like Aimee Bender (who is also a favorite writer, a phenomenal storyteller, and the one woman I have always wanted to be best friends with--but doesn't everyone?).  The book focuses largely on three generations: grandmother, mother, granddaughter, and the mother being quiet while the grandmother may be dying, and may even wish to die.  In some ways a challenge to Jojo Moyes' Me Before You, but also in agreement with it to an extent, Toews writes about the end of suffering, the peace you can find within.  Don't go me wrong.  The book is fairly predictable, the characters are dynamic but life changing, and this rates nowhere near her other novels.  However, I don't think anyone could have kept me captivated for so many pages with really no sturdy plot outside of Toews, who presents to us a young girl learning about the world, but more importantly seeing and understanding more clearly through her seeing but not understanding.  We learn about life because she is unable to wrap her mind around concepts, because she is trying to figure things out, and because she lives in pop culture sometimes, in the legends her grandmother tells earnestly and others completely fabricated.  The book is what you expect, but it's how Toews tells the story that's what makes the book unique.  Her voice, as well as the voice of Swiv, the protagonist, is so unique, and the characters we see like with the grandmother are so interesting, including the grandmother's willingness to live forever despite wanting to die to avoid pain and suffering.  All of this is understandable, along with her mother who can be hilarious and heartbreaking at times, the secrets we learn about her, the honesty in her life, and also the lack of male characters for most of the book is a definite plus.  The book is a slick read--slick being one of the few words to be able to describe it, with Toews focusing on sliding through a story and a life and letting the reader propel too, despite the lack of a strict plot, but isn't that life? Isn't this how life goes, and isn't this how life ends? To be cliche: and does it end? Because if the universe is infinite, there is no beginning, and there is no end, and no matter what you believe, the idea of infinite provides the reader with some sort of grace much needed in times like these.  Preorder/buy the novel here.  Buy Aimee Bender's most recent novel here. Both novels are brilliant, lovely, wonderful, and enlightening, and it's hard to imagine a better use of your dollars (if you have some spare change around) spent on anything more unique and special than books by Toews, and also Bender as well. (Please note both have multiple books you should check out.) 
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THE DEPARTMENT OF HISTORICAL CORRECTIONS by Danielle Evans or, subtitle, The Writer Who Could Change the World and Make It Good, in a Way it Has Never Been, and Correct My Awkward Capitalization

11/13/2020

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If you asked Danielle Evans how we met, she might mention moonshine, goats, my driving skills (or lack of driving skills), and of course my reading her (almost drunkenly) my poem about Brittany Murphy, RIP.  I would like to imagine I was in Baltimore, or wherever Danielle is currently, so we could hang out and she could explain the world to me.  She's the kind of person who checks in on you, explains to you what a short story is and how to write it, and Danielle Evans is a fascinating writer, someone meant for success from the beginning.  But how many authors can actually change the world? As far as primarily (or at least, very often described as something akin to) short story writers go, I can picture Alice Munro, maybe Roxane Gay, Maile Meloy, Claire Vaye Watkins, Kelly Link, Jhumpa Lahiri, and a handful of others.  But Danielle.  Guys.  Danielle. 

It's been about ten years since her first book, BEFORE YOU SUFFOCATE YOUR OWN FOOL SELF (2010), came out.  And thank God we finally have more, but fuck, now we have to wait for another ten years.  I love Donna Tartt, do not get me wrong, but Danielle delivers in the way you actually expect someone who publishes another book in that span of time should write.  And it's more than that.  There's this crisp frankness to her prose, a distance but also extreme empathy she has with her characters and subjects, this undeniable way of looking at the world through a lens that is both completely her own and also something akin to a god.  She is the house she moves around in, shaping a story and making it beautiful and real.  There is no hesitation in reading her stories, or, God, the glamorous novella, which I stand by being possibly the best work of noir in this decade, and yes, I know the decade is just beginning. But God, she rips your heart out.  Do you know how long I have tried to write this--what is this? A review? An altar made from words and love, this endless love I have for someone who I can never know or truly be friends with because honestly no one is on Danielle's level.  She could tell me anything, and I would believe her.  But luckily, everything she says is true, or poised in a way to make me think and find the truth for myself.  Her work demonstrates not only her writing skills, but also how she makes Plato her bitch.  Socrates would be lucky to get one word in.  Maybe she could talk with Iris Murdoch but even Iris would bow down, bitches.  Sorry, I had to include a sort of Beyonce reference.  It is necessary. 

What makes these stories so great? Can anyone say? It's so hard to define, mostly because if you are a writer, you read Danielle's books and cry once because she allows you this cathartic release of emotion, all emotions, but then she yet again allows you to cry in knowing that you can never write that well.  Basically, every other writer publishing a book in 2020 is fucked, and there are very few who can live up to what she writes, and how she writes, and what it is she delivers.  One story called "Boys Go to Jupiter" is stunning.  She somehow completely removes herself, even as a godlike figure, even as a creator, and dares to go to a place no one else has gone (although many have tried): an attempt at understanding or explaining or whatever the fuck magic Danielle pulls off by writing about a white college student caught in a picture wearing a "Rebel flag" bikini (Confederate Flag, Racist Flag, pick your poison, it's all the same--I grew up in a place that called it a Rebel Flag, and if you didn't wear it, you were gay--and I very gay, and still am, thank God).  Danielle writes from the girl's perspective, and we see where she's coming from even as we cringe and grind our teeth looking at this girl and wondering what she is doing, although we know what she is doing, and honestly wouldn't some of us make the same mistakes? Especially white people, all the people who look like me, who lay in tanning beds until they feel golden, who ask which FRIENDS character they might be, who say "Well, I know good Black people, and they aren't like that."  The story is glorious in the way it evokes this awakening for white people in seeing a reflection of ourselves, and for once there is no judgement, but almost empathy for the people who have oppressed Black Americans and really every marginalized people, even some other white people if they are gay, women, poor, etc.  As we see the girl make mistake after mistake, we judge her ourselves, and then Danielle drops the bomb. 

She's so good. 

There are so many brilliant stories in the book, one involving a dream wedding where the brides are gifted or tortured (choose how you want to look at this) with wearing one solid color the entirety of a weekend at a wedding--a rainbow wedding.  In another story, a young woman works in a gift shop in an exact replica of a replica of the Titanic.  Everything in the collection exists only through the life Danielle breathed into it, and yet the stories are so removed from her, pieces of genius you want to stretch on forever.  We see everything, things we haven't been able to articulate because we haven't even formed these full thoughts.  No one thinks like Danielle can, and that's why it's the best, and it's why you need to buy this book immediately.  Like, right now. 

The novella closing the collection--sharing the same title as the book--concerns a woman working a job where she corrects issues regarding history and race.  I remember at Clemson with a sit in, protests, police, angry screams from everyone all over campus, and the horrifying bananas hanging from light poles and trees, all reminding us that; there is no America that is post-racism.  As white people, we have not even begun to deal with the issue of our own racism, whether instilled in us and what we fight against every day, or what some other white people actively use to promote hate and destroy lives and belittle other Americans for so many reasons, and nothing ever justifying these actions.  This novella is the greatest noir possibly since Dare Me by Megan Abbott.  In "The Department of Historical Corrections," we see both a fracture friendship and a fractured country, although fractures imply that something as whole once, and we have to ask ourselves: has this country ever actually been entirely solid, and if so, when? 

I can't think of anything.  If you can, feel free to comment.  I would love to hear from anyone reading this how this country was ever great--but I'm stealing lines from a Facebook post Danielle made years ago, noting that America was never actually great (if I remember right--Danielle, I'll have to look through screenshots, as you know I have them, but for now let's say she hypothetically said this, and in that way we don't hold her accountable for words I might just be putting in her mouth).  Danielle's story reveals more twists and turns than a Gillian Flynn novel, and yet everything is effortless, heavy with the subject matter but overall so light it's like a cloud, like fog, everywhere, clouding you and making it hard to see anything but the truths Danielle is so kind to provide. 

I don't want to give away too much.  These are short stories and a novella after all.  But I will say that even through multiple reads, I gasped out loud.  I had to put the book down and take a few laps.  I ate while reading the book. I attempted to walk on a treadmill while reading the book (after about a minute I stepped off and sat on a. weights bench and read the book).  I would stay up all night reading the book, trying to find ways to stay awake so I could finish it one more time.  Request the book at every library in your county, but also buy the book if you have it.  Give as a Christmas present, and not just because we're facing issues involving race in the book (although please support indie bookstores owned by Black Americans).  Give this book because it is the most entertaining book you'll read all year.  Because you cannot stop reading once you start.  Because you want to know how she is so young, but already more than the Alice Munro of America.  She's the Danielle Evans of America.  She is the top model (I saw her in I believe a dress that shimmered and was amazing--I don't know for sure if it was a dress, as I know there are different names for different outfits for women, whatever, I'm not that gay yet but am working toward getting there).  I truly hope she will be a Nobel laureate one day.  I hope she will win so many Pulitzers and all the other prizes out there as well.  I hope Barack Obama will pick her as his favorite book of the year, and Reese Witherspoon, and Oprah, and Jenna from one of those morning talk shows.  

Danielle, you are more than a queen.  You're a goddess.  You are my Moana, or my Cat Stevens (these are the only thing that make my nephew stop crying), you are the letters Flannery O'Connor wrote and I read in high school to feel less alone.  You are a fountain of knowledge, and add something less cliche to that as well.  You're the genius here.  And to everyone, please know that I really only post about books like this in this way if I am absolutely obsessed with them, and I've been obsessed with this book for some time (that's right, I somehow got lucky enough to snag an ARC and read this amazing tour de force).  This is a miniature tome, a spectacular opus, and I hope for more from Danielle soon, and I hope she will get all of the awards and grants so she can write and write and write.  If you want twists, if you want screams, if you want laughter and tears, if you want moping and desire, read this book.  Just know that Danielle is the funniest writer I know.  The kindest writer I know.  The most talented and wide-ranging author I know.  

And I also include her over all the authors I don't know, too, although I'd really love to meet you Larry and Alice. 

Below is a link to indie bound, but I also encourage you to go buy this book from your local indie bookstore, or support Black owned bookstores as well.  

Danielle, this is sort of my love letter to you and your work.   It's not nearly good enough, but I hope for now, it will suffice. 

Buy below, buy everywhere, buy now: 
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https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781594487330

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STRANGERS AT THE GATE by Catriona McPherson

10/31/2019

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McPherson's novels are less like large events, and more like secret rituals, the ones where blood is shed, lies are told, pacts are made, and lives are sometimes--if you're in a very extreme cult, or just one of the core religions--people die.  This is the case in McPherson's latest novel, which doesn't disappoint. ​Strangers at the Gate is a beautifully written, tightly strung and brilliantly rendered novel which will send even the most experienced crime reader for a loop.  Of course, the protagonist (Finn) and Paddy manage to rent out their own expensive space and move to a place which seems perfect, all the way down to Paddy's boss and the boss's wife, everything seems perfect.  And I think in life, when we look back on trauma, on desperate and  terrifying times, we see things as perfect in the before.  And yet, at the novel unfolds, the truths come out, and so many things come to light, we see how the past was never there, and it was never true to Finn, not like she thought it would be. 

The necessary understanding of the truth in the past comes at an important time for us, not just myself in America, but around the world, where we gloss over the past, glorify only certain types of heroes, make sure every famous dead person is a martyred saint, and imagine life as it might have been.  McPherson's protagonist must work to find out the truth behind the murders of Paddy's boss and the boss's wife as things spin out of control with her need to clear her conscience and, as time progresses, learn the truth about what happened, and why these things happened.  As usual, McPherson's novel grabs you from the start, and you grip onto the novel too, ready to explore Finn's adventure, no matter the heartbreak, losses, and ultimately the truth (which can often sting the most).  Finn is not a heroine who listens and sits down.  She investigates, for better or worse, and she ultimately digs up the past in ways which destroy relationships and explain why certain lives are lost. The truth can be worse than the violence acted upon others in the novel. 

McPherson moves past the common "life is perfect UNTIL" scenario, spinning the reader round and round just as she does with Finn, the constantly determined, possibly frightened, but always fighting young woman ready to get down to the bottom of things.  Everyone is hiding a secret (clue for all aspiring writers: this is necessary if you want your book to be as fascinating and brilliant at McPherson's) and lives are endangered in every way possible.  By the end of the novel, you may be shocked, and you may desperately need to order all of McPherson's lovely books.  Don't worry, I've not so expertly hidden the links to purchase from IndieBound or Amazon if you prefer.  Either way, start here or start with her earlier books (standalone or series) and find yourself drowning in McPherson.  You know, like in a crime novel, the best possible way to drown ever.  And share her books with your friends (buy your friends copies of all McPherson's books!).  As Strangers at the Gate proves, McPherson is still plowing forward with a ridiculous number of novels and stellar work, the novels she writes always ready to shock and trap you, the dreaded anxious feeling you have when you need to escape but know there's no way out other than to keep reading, get to the end, sleep isn't worth it when it comes to McPherson's books.  She is still destroying lives and breaking hearts as much as ever, at the top of her game and so incredibly lovely and kind to readers and fellow writers alike.  Follow her on twitter and, again, but her books. 
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THE SWALLOWS is the Best of Every Lisa Lutz Book, and a Miracle

7/27/2019

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Links to order The Swallows:  
https://www.amazon.com/Swallows-Novel-Lisa-Lutz/dp/1984818236/ref=sr_1_1?crid=J39K3WUC9SX6&keywords=the+swallows+by+lisa+lutz&qid=1564243920&s=gateway&sprefix=the+swallows%2Caps%2C147&sr=8-1

and

https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781984818232

If you read one book this year, it should probably be The Swallows by Lisa Lutz.  I was annoyed by the description of the book--"battle of the sexes," something I associate with Real World/Road Rules Challenges, a game/challenge show for (usually) losing contestants of these other two reality shows.  And yet "game" and "challenge" might be the best words to describe aspects of what may be Lisa Lutz's book yet, and being one of her best books yet, this also makes the novel one of the best books of the century, and likely all time.  In Lisa's hand, a "battle of the sexes" is no longer limited to platinum blonde women with breast implants commenting on how, once they win this challenge, they won't have to marry rich, they'll have money.  What these women don't admit--and this affects them too--is the position they've been put in where often women choose to be homemakers not by actual choice but because it's the only option they have in many different types of cultures and societies within American and within America as a whole, or how this option and so other limited options are things women are considered to be what women should strive for, and fight for.  At Stonebridge, a small prep school/boarding school/high school in Lisa Lutz's newest book, the young women in the book, in part catalyzed by the arrival of a woman with her own past, and in part feeling ashamed by the men who sexualize them and punish the young women on campus for not being what they should be--all of this sparks a sort of revolution, which burns and flourishes in its own right, for better and worse.  I think what scared me most about "battle of the sexes" is how black-and-white this phrase is, and how Lisa Lutz has always been a writer who, no matter how passionately she feels about an issue, will take a step back and look at every person and every issue, and describe everyone as they are, as they've want to be, and as others see them.  She will point out the flaws and dangers of so many things in our society: how we judge women by looks and any other qualities which might make them attractive to men, how we expect women to be both sexual and virginal all at once, and how women are not expected to take issue with these expectations and voice how they want to be, how they want to be seen, and how their choices should be their own.  What's so important about the way I've listed these qualities is, for the most part, they are decided by men and for men, and this is where the real danger is: how can a woman truly be independent (a throwback, perhaps, to the Destiny's Child song for the Charlie's Angels reboot years ago) and how women can have a sense of self if they are always shaping and molding their lives to please men.  Don't get me wrong, my own argument has been said and done, and one could argue the issue of women having any autonomy or control over their selves is a topic so many books have tackled, and are least appealing when they state the issue so directly and forcefully.  And while I would argue this is an issue hard to approach from a nuanced, delicate, angry, and ultimately beautifully presented point-of-view, Lutz does just this, tackling the issue of the "battle of the sexes" and turning it on its head.  

Every character in Lutz's book, no matter how despicable (or perhaps on the other end of the spectrum lovable) they may be, they are so attractive and draw the reader in with the strongest voices, all completely different and overwhelming and compulsively readable.  No matter how much Lutz or the reader may hate a character, she presents them in a way where we cannot stop reading, even if a section of the book is narrated by someone we view as antagonistic, to a character we love or even to ourselves.  Lutz's true gift is her inability to write a flat character.  Every character is shaped, rounded out, developed, and made to be understood by the reader.  When I first met Lutz, she sent me something so kind, so generous, I couldn't believe a person who barely knew me could be this kind.  And while I still don't know Lutz the way I want--I admire her endlessly, and look forward to meeting her in person one day and seeing how truly amazing she is in real life, as I've heard her described.  Lutz is a person who practices empathy the way other people practice tennis or a mean check toward checkmate in a chess tournament.  She has the ultimate gift--and possible curse--of understanding so many people in so many ways beyond their surface appearance, and in doing so she's able to shape a novel in which a problem becomes real, complicated, and without a concrete resolution.  This novel--perhaps battle of the sexes, perhaps love story, perhaps coming-of-age story, perhaps revenge tale--is not to be classified as one simple thing, and never offers easy answers for inequalities between the sexes, and what goes beyond inequality: rape, sexual abuse, and the scariest part of all--how far women will go to get validation from the men in their lives, and why the hell must these women get validation from men, what about our society makes it so that men are the ultimate source of validation for women? 

There are many men and women who narrate the book, and one question the reader might ask is who is the protagonist? Perhaps, when targeting women as protagonists here, we might think Gemma or the new-to-the-school Ms. Witt, 29 with a famous writer for a father--a writer who may only be famous, or perhaps remain famous, because of his ex wife and because of his daughter, Ms. Witt.  There are the many girls, all young women Gemma gathers to help battle the men on campus, the way they target and destroy these young women, and the way the women are made objects instead of people by the select and popular men on campus (although, as you go through the book, the reader has to wonder if any of the men--and some of the women--are all culpable in this practice of the destruction of the life of each young woman).  The issue of revenge remains questionable--as each person questions the revenge, their motives, and how far they are willing to go to destroy an institution, and if, even destroying a particular institution (think Veronica in season 3 finale "The Bitch is Back" in Veronica Mars) will actually make a different in a long, drawn out game and plan for these women.  The book follows these characters through a different type of mystery as it escalates: in crime fiction, we too often forget how rape and exploitation are major crimes and destroy lives and, if you read the news, cause the deaths of many women and also men who are raped or in other ways sexually targeted.  As the book escalates, as tension builds, you cannot stop reading.  This is Lisa Lutz we're talking about. Have you ever read a book by Ms. Lutz which isn't profound but compulsively readable? Lutz offers so many questions, and some answers, although even with her answers there are more questions, and she recognizes this--but more importantly, Lutz has the reader thinking and continuing to ask the questions for themselves and try to view the world inside the novel as something they see in their own lives.  Lutz grabs the reader and doesn't let go, or perhaps the reader doesn't want to let go of Ms. Lutz.  It's almost criminal how long we've waited for Lisa Lutz to give us another book--and it is a gift, and not something she is required to do.  Lisa Lutz puts her fiction ("fiction") out there for the world to see and read when purchasing a book (buy a copy now) or checking the book out from your library (request the book now if your local library has not already ordered it, when they should have).  Lisa Lutz gives us the gift of this epic, sweeping, generous novel, confusing us with all the questions we have to ask ourselves and we too are without concrete answers, and providing a literary triumph that will be remembered throughout the century and hopefully until the end of time.  This is not a #metoo book, simply reactionary to a movement which truly has had no effect.  Lutz's book is the movement, and not just a companion to other novels by women and men looking to make bank in response to an issue so many people, again especially women, are facing in our country. Lisa Lutz is not here for gimmicks.  She's here for art.  And she's here to point out the rapists, the lying bastards, and the people who protect rapists and defend their actions even while claiming they are not a part of the problem. 

I've spent a lot of time talking about Lisa Lutz and her work, but in a more general sense, and not focusing on the novel itself.  The Swallows is, to date, the ultimate Lutz novel.  Reading the book, which again really is compulsively readable, something you cannot put down and something you will want to read again as soon as you finish (if only there was more time!!).  There's the extremely funny and terribly cutting (and brilliant) wit of the Spellman novels, the camaraderie of How to Start a Fire, one of Lutz's genius books often overlooked because it's in between her two more specifically crime novels, and then of course there is the thrill of The Passenger, a landmark book which has influenced so many books which have come after it, changed the lives (literary and personal) of people like myself, and now we have this wonderful book the nation, and soon the world, is so lucky to have.  We see Gemma, a girl with secrets, a young woman fighting a system, male privilege, and the destruction of women just because (and she states, possibly) she needs something to fight for.  There's Ms. Witt (Alex Witt, if you prefer, although her titles are usually labeled "Ms. Witt"), a woman with her own past and secrets who is trying to remain professional but save the girls in school.  There's one teacher who helps narrate the book, someone who doesn't seem to recognize how he is a part of the problem, and how he is destroying the women in the community, even as he believes he is trying to save them.  And finally there's Norman, a young geek who may be romantically attracted to a girl Gemma is working with in her mission, and who joins the mission for many selfish and selfless reasons.  The book is complicated when we see the problems laid out, issues and crimes committed by each character no matter what their motivation is (the path to hell is paved with good intentions) and seeing how each character believe what they are doing is right when often they do so, so many wrong things, the reader is forced to turn around and look inside themselves.  Are any of us not culpable, if not in a school campus like this then in real life? Lutz's book focuses more on the marginalization and destruction of the female body and any power a young or older woman might have, but this novel can easily be stretched to look at so many other issues we as a nation, we as a world face today.  Lutz's genius is to keep us reading, make us believe in the characters and the good they try to do and the overwhelmingly horrible things they don't realize they are doing necessarily, or at least the impact it will have, and finally we see through these lovable and readable characters how many people we know are flawed in such severe ways, and how we are flawed too, even if we may not realize this at the time. 

I need to stop going on about this book.  By now you're like, "I get it, Matthew." Please preorder this novel or perhaps call your library and request they purchase a copy to be available upon publication.  Call multiple times in the hopes they may buy multiple copies.  Believe it or not, these libraries listen to you, even if the men of this world, as well as any group stifling your freedom as a marginalized person, may not listen.  Libraries have many jobs, and one is to focus on ordering books their community wants and needs.  Make your wants and needs heard, and understand how much you need Lisa Lutz in your life.  Please feel free to comment here with remarks and questions.   Please feel free to contact me here or privately (or on Twitter or Facebook) and discuss the Blowchart, the cleansing fire of revenge, and if you'd like, the incredibly warped librarian inside the novel (although please, again, get your library to order copies).  I look forward to hearing from you about this book which is so impeccable and unbelievably good, I am going to stop talking now for fear of going on about it too long.  

Lisa Lutz is back, with instructions regarding blowjobs, Molotov cocktails, the fragility of young love and friendship, and the ways we try to live and cope in a world that not only often doesn't seem to want us, but sometimes seems to not need us at all.  Look at our goddamn president for example.  And when you're disgusted, every time you're disgusted, buy another copy of this book, read another copy of this book, and jump out your skin with the joy of reading a rare book like which comes along once every few decades.  Like I said, Lisa Lutz is back, and this time no one will be spared.  
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NEVER LOOK BACK: Gaylin Breaks Ground Like Hitchcock, Wes Craven

7/2/2019

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Now in the 21st century, we are allowed to begin a new canon, a crime canon for the 21st century.  Assuming this is true, it's easy to place Alison Gaylin's What Remains of Me as the most significant and game-changing Hollywood novel in the crime genre, the definition of The Hollywood novel, The Hollywood novel all Hollywood novels will follow and try to beat.  And likely the same can be true about Gaylin's last novel, the Edgar-winning ​If I Die Tonight, a book that has redefined how novels (and more specifically crime novels) approach technology, perhaps the most definitive tech-crime novel since Patricia Cornwell's, but benefiting from qualities only Gaylin can provide, an expert in humans, humanity, and empathy beyond all others.  

The newest novel by Gaylin, Never Look Back, somehow combines the nostalgia of What Remains of Me (which, by the way, should have won the Edgar, but I won't argue that here) and the modernity of If I Die Tonight.  Never Look Back screams love in the middle of the blackhole of noir and crime, the desperation and love and how they can mirror each other, or perhaps be the same thing.  Gaylin rips emotions, memories, and truths from her characters only she can.  She is a grand looker, someone who observes the world and draws from it every truth other people can't understand.  You see a psychotic killer who pursues victims because of a dead sister, brother, friend, mother, or father? Gaylin sees a killer who is dark from the beginning, who discovers a darkness, who never forgets this darkness and is just ready to unravel it at the word "Go." Gaylin is an expert at understanding how anyone works, including so many people who aren't her.  I admire the positive aspects of #OwnVoices, but to dismiss anyone advocating for writing and understanding voices outside oneself is criminal, especially when dealing with Gaylin, who happily flips between gay men and young women in love with gay men and women dealing with the tragedy of never knowing herself or her parents--so many people who aren't necessarily Gaylin, and yet she writes them as naturally as she might a diary entry.  Only, with Gaylin, reading any of her books, we feel as if Gaylin understands these people better than she would her own diary entries.  We never feel we get characters in Gaylin's novel.  These are people trapped in pages.  These are horrors not confined to black ink, as they do not simply stay on the page, but leap at you, grab you, choke you, make you scream.  Gaylin is here to remind you of the utter love and brilliance of humanity, and also how destructive and vicious humans can be, and how far we go to get what we want. Gaylin knows people better than people know themselves.  She pulls back their skin and reminds them of the tissue inside, the things they destroy with fast food and Red Bull and desire and loneliness. 

Here's the thing.  Gaylin may have, with Never Look Back, tapped into the biggest game-changer of a novel since Hitchcock's Psycho (note, I am referring to his filmic version, and not the novel or the remake) or Kevin Williamson and the late Wes Craven (RIP)'s Scream, the film to bring slashers back into fashion but also remind everyone that we are getting boring. The 90s were fairly stiff, books that could have remained the same outside a few, the exceptions being Donna Tartt's The Secret History, some claiming Patricia Cornwell's debut (although maybe we can beg to differ), and the welcome of a few great authors who would become greater, like the fabulous Laura Lippman, among others.  Gaylin is now nodding to the entry of the 2020s, to a world where we may or may not be destroyed by Trump or find a hopefully happier future, but acknowledging that so many authors are doing the same thing.  The Wife Who Got Away. The Woman Who Stabbed Herself with a Fork Because She Was So Fucking Tired of this Title. I Don't Trust My Husband Dear Fucking God. We Aren't Girls Anymore.  Generic Title with Your Least Favorite Female Family Member.  We Use Titles to Confine Women in Fiction. I'm fed up.  Gaylin's fed up. So now maybe writers will up their game.  They'll drop bombs like Gaylin does in this miracle of a novel.  She switches between characters in a miraculous way, keeping the third person feeling like third person and never confusing or boring the reader.  No one is safe for Gaylin.  Everyone is expendable.  That's how life is, no matter how much you root for them, no matter what you hope for, and if I had to make an argument I'd say Gaylin is the most heartbroken of all the writers, and maybe a broken heart and a dead body are the same thing.

Perhaps Gaylin won't receive the Donna Tartt treatment.  But this book is a sign of many books to come: Gaylin is growing, combining subgeneres, challenging any writer who wants to beat her, and letting everyone know the time is up.  She's on par with Alex Marwood and Laura Lippman.  She writes a book similar to Dark Places by Gillian Flynn, although sometimes her dark places are darker, matches with luminous saccharine sweet heights only Gaylin can bring for you. Gaylin does not confine herself. There's no one person who will get all the answers.  There's no one happy ending.  My therapist has a saying--a saying lots of therapists and people and yes writers use.  "Every relationship ends in heartbreak.  There's no way out of that."  Am I here referring to our relationship with Gaylin, her novels, or her characters? Perhaps all three.  Gaylin works on the assumption you think you're reading a basic bitch crime book.  She works on the assumption you think she's confined to her own world, and will never listen, will never learn, and will never write something remotely outside herself.  Instead, Gaylin is one of the bravest people writing today, not just ready to listen and learn and understand other people, but then violently kill them off in her book.  It takes a lot to try and understand something and then destroy it.  And Gaylin does this so well. 

Does anyone come out on top at the end of the novel? Are all the loose ends tied up? Will there ever be a book quite like this again? Perhaps it's a strength, writing a new book each and every time, but this could also be her weakness, not able to repeat the same book ever.  Either way, Gaylin is winning.  Her standalone are heartbreaking and earth-shaking and you will never forget them.  For me, I still love What Remains of Me.  It was my first Gaylin, and I think everyone remembers their first Gaylin.  But never before has she reached into my brain like this, grabbing hold and refusing to let go.  During rereads I have found myself fighting sleep so hard as I try to finish a page, a paragraph, a sentence. 

Then there's the appearance of Brenna Spector.  She just shows up to remind us of Gaylin's origins, and maybe something more.  Perhaps we can have an all female original crime fighting Avengers-type thing, what with Laura Lippman's Tess, Alafair Burke's Olivia, and so many more? I would be. fan of this too.  I would be a fan of any collaboration between these powerhouses.  Fingers crossed and remember: Gaylin's books will knock you dead, just probably not as dead as your favorite characters. 
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Aya De León is NOT Our Side Chick, She's Our Everything

6/30/2019

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Aya De León is a writer to watch.  With that being said, and with the recognition I can only speak so much in depth about her brilliant new novel, Side Chick Nation, without revealing too much of the plot and ruining it from you, I will refrain from giving too many plot details.  I will say the book consists of: kick ass women, all the dark and noir-ish settings like Miami with prostitutes and pimps and drugs, violence and fear, and strangely enough hope.  Aya is a writer who is not afraid to tackle the hard topics.  She dives straight into how America, the "official" America, the America with 50 states where people will not recognize any territories or people who do not live in these states--she knows how the people of these other places are mistreated, destroyed, and often forgotten. She is not afraid to point out that one of the biggest crimes--although not the only crime in this brilliant novel--is act of doing nothing. 

As mentioned above, "destroyed" might not be the best word to describe Aya's book and characters.  In fact, I would use something of the opposite: resilient, hardcore, ready-to-fight, ready-to-win (acknowledging these last two aren't one word), the determination to survive no matter what.  I think of reading about Joyce Carol Oates loving Sylvia Plath's ​The Bell Jar, but stating she appreciates survivors more, people who fight through life at all costs.  Well, you might say Aya is like Oates' characters, and yet turned into superheroes, fighting. against impossible events for help, for understanding, for truth.  The victims of the hurricane, and those people who have suffered and still suffer around the globe, are often silenced by America.  We continue to have so many shootings because there is no gun control.  We continue to have more fights over a wall between Mexico and the United States, and we forget these people who are suffering, who have long suffered, and who fight viciously and determinedly to live.  I can't imagine a more admirable quality--not just resilience, but a word we don't have in the English language for those who are not just resilient but will fight and destroy anyone and everything to survive and get hope and truth. This is past relentless, this is past determination.  It's a quality Aya spots and delivers in her characters. 

I have laughed reading Side Chick Nation.  I have maybe teared up a bit during the novel, too (I'm not a big cryer, although give me a Larry McMurtry or Laura Lippman novel and I'll get close to bawling).  This is the badass, crime-fueled epic you've been waiting for.  Dulce, who you might consider the protagonist of the novel, makes an escape from a violent past to a world in Santo Domingo, a world which may be even more frightening.  She, like so many of us, feels that because of her past she cannot truly be loved.  Her feeling of inadequacy, her belief she's not someone great, someone amazing, this could be her downfall.  But don't forget she's a fighter, just like many characters in this book.  In the novel we see a spiraling, sprawling beauty of an epic, with drugs, those fighting for money, those abusing women and forcing them to prostitute themselves, strong hurricanes ripping towns and entire islands to shreds.  The book is a non-stop thrilled ride, balanced miraculously by Aya De León's beautiful prose.  She's a phenomenal writer, someone who can build tension, drag out dread and suspense, but also so carefully discern and describe the innermost workings of the characters she writes about.  Aya is not afraid to dive deep in to the issues many people are afraid to discuss.  I wouldn't write off Aya as not being affected by these crimes and tragedies; instead I would applaud Aya, as she, like anyone else practicing empathy and love, must struggle past difficulties and hurdles like her characters to get to an epic, amazing third act, the finish line, the part we are tearing through the pages to reach. 

I've read Side Chick Nation twice already.  The book is brilliant, from its prose and characters, to the suspense and dread Aya is able to create in any situation.  Read Side Chick Nation and Aya's other books.  You want regret it one bit.  The book is also available in audiobook format.  Such a wonderful treat, brilliant and absorbing, epic and fleeting, a striking commentary on so many aspects of the country many of us reside in, the neglectful people here, the survivors in places we pray for but never help.  Send your love, send your money, and buy this book.  It's a damn good novel.  Not to mention, the way the author will often use different words from various languages, to show that in America, things aren't black-and-white, we cannot vote that way, we cannot think that way, we cannot live that way.  Using these words, the words we do not have an English equivalent of, they remind you of the importance of understanding others, reading everything, listening to everything, learning everything.  Some ideas are abstract, all people are complicated, nothing is life is easy, and we should never group someone into right or wrong, good or bad, worthwhile or worthless.  Learn, love, and don't just survive.  Fight until you get what you need, or go out swinging.  Again, such a lovely book.  
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