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Happy Land by Dolen Perkins-Valdez

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Calling something your own is a powerful prayer and there was God in it.

This is sacred ground for my family. I graze the tips of the grass with my palm as I wonder about their stories. Who were my people, and what had they sought on this mountain? I’ve never done any kind of family research, never had enough of a family to even know where to start, but now I’m beginning to realize, since arriving here, how much this missing hole goes beyond a decade-long spat.

When Veronica (Nikki) Lovejoy-Berry, a D.C. real estate agent, receives a summons from her long unseen grandmother in North Carolina, she senses the urgency and hurries down. Grandma is getting on, but remains self-reliant and reasonably spry.

Mother Rita was insistent—I need your help and if you come down here I will tell you everything your Mama hasn’t told you about our family. It wasn’t exactly an invitation I could refuse.

Mom and Grandma had become estranged many years earlier, erecting a wall between grandmother and granddaughter as well. During her visit Nikki is regaled with a tale that has a magical aura. The place where her grandmother lives was once called Happy Land. It was a community formed in the post-Civil-War period by freed slaves, not as a typical American town or village, but in the image of the communities from which the ancestors of its members had been taken. These people decided to create a kingdom, with a king and queen, as their ancestors had had in Africa.

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Dolen Perkins-Velez – image from Torch Literary Arts

The story alternates between the contemporary struggle of Mother Rita to retain ownership of her land, as she fills her granddaughter in on the history of the place, and the tale of one of the original settlers of the kingdom, its first queen, Luella Bobo. We are given a very up-close-and-personal look at what life was like in the 1870s, the closing years of Reconstruction, for freed slaves, what it took to establish themselves both personally and as communities, what obstacles they had to overcome. It offers an eye-opening perspective for any who are not very familiar with the era.

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Working the Fields illustration by Erwin Sherman

Nikki is not on a mission. She is tired, struggling and unsatisfied with her life. She is eager to quickly resolve whatever it is that Mother Rita wants of her and dash back to DC as quickly as possible. She has no particular interest in history, family or other, which makes her a fair every-person stand-in for readers. It is through her POV that we slowly gain an appreciation for the importance of knowing one’s personal, and family history, and the significance of the land as an anchor for that connection. The novel is based on real events.

While researching Black history in western North Carolina, I stumbled on an article about this kingdom outside of Hendersonville. It was just a local newspaper, and I thought, “What is that?” It was a very brief article with an illustration showing that there had been this Black community during Reconstruction in the mountains. – from the Rumpus interview

Mother Rita does her best to pass on to Nikki the lore and knowledge she has tended her entire life.

All my life, I’ve been part of a small family circle. By the time my daddy was 20, both of his parents had passed away. He and Mama, with their desire to build a family out of nothing, were a perfect match for each other in that way. The two of them against the world. For me, not having a sibling or even a cousin has been the only existence I’ve ever known. Now here I am, walking beside my grandmother on acres and acres of land that my people have inhabited for over a hundred years. It’s hard to put how I’m feeling into words other than to say I’m dizzy with grief. I didn’t know you could mourn something you never had.

One element is the connection to the outdoors that Rita is able to spark in her grandchild, teaching her to appreciate gardening, and to pass on her considerable expertise. Nikki slowly finds herself able to step back from her urban self to find a connection with and a love for the sights, scents, the tactile feel of this other sort of place.

After the Great Migration, so many Black people ended up concentrated in cities, and we often forget that we are fundamentally a rural people. You don’t have to go back many generations to a grandmother or a great-grandfather who was a country person. – from The Rumpus interview

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Cross Anchor, a remote township in southern Spartanburg County, S.C., was home to the founders of the Kingdom of the Happy Land before and just after the Civil War. – image from Blue Ridge Archive

A particular revelation is a particular legal mechanism used by the greedy and unscrupulous to cheat people, black people in particular, out of their land. It is remarkable just how much land was taken this way. Less surprising was the abuse of the criminal system to intimidate blacks who owned land, or aspired to do so. Equal treatment before the law remained a dream deferred. This gives the novel particular resonance in a time when the Deconstruction of the Trump era seeks to turn the clock back to an age before legal protections existed.

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The Kingdom by Erwin Sherman

That said, Happy Land presents a message of hope. Whatever one may think of the royal approach those people favored, they took the opportunity presented by the end of slavery to make decisions for themselves, to organize their own community, to develop their own businesses, to participate in an equal way with the commerce of the area beyond their enclave. Even emerging from the horrors of enslavement, and suffering the ongoing oppression of those who preferred the ownership of human beings as property, these people kept the light of possibility alive. It is a surprising and moving story, which offers us historical reason to keep our spirits receptive to the need for and possibility of hope in an increasingly dark time.

In fall of 1873, a group of freedpeople left Spartanburg County, South Carolina, headed north across the state line into North Carolina. Near Zirconia, North Carolina, the people established a remote community that they called a kingdom. They named a king and queen, formed a communal treasury, and eventually purchased 205 acres of land in 1882 from John Davis, land that was spread across the North Carolina–South Carolina state line. Approximately half was deeded to Luella Montgomery and the other half to Robert Montgomery.
At its height, it is believed the kingdom numbered over two hundred people.
– from the Author’s Note

Review posted – 6/6/25

Publication date – 4/8/25

I received an ARE of Happy Land from Berkley in return for a fair review. Thanks, folks, and thanks to NetGalley for facilitating.

This review is cross-posted on Goodreads. Stop by and say Hi!

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Links to the author’s personal, FB, Instagram, and Twitter pages

Interviews
—–The Rumpus – The Kingdom of Happy Land: A Conversation with Dolen Perkins-Valdez by NEFERTITI ASANTI – APRIL 28, 2025
—–NPR – Author Dolen Perkins-Valdez discusses her new novel ‘Happy Land’ by Michael Martin
—–May 2025 Feature: Dolen Perkins-Valdez by Jae Nichelle – begins down on the page, after the excerpt
—–Writers Digest – Dolen Perkins-Valdez: On History’s Untold Stories – More about her prior novel, but still quite interesting

My reviews of earlier work by Perkins-Velez
—–2010 – Wench
—–2022 – Take My Hand

Item of Interest from the author
—–Torch Literary Arts – excerpt – Chapter 4

Items of Interest
—–OurState.com – Lost & Found: The Kingdom of the Happy Land by Brad Campbell
—–Blue Ridge Archive – Welcome to the Kingdom of the Happy Land

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Murder at Gulls Nest by Jess Kidd

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This is a house that keeps her secrets well hidden. Her yew trees whisper together in their dour huddles and her windows reflect nothing more than the darkening sky.

Gulls Nest may be quiet but Nora does not feel at peace here. Who knows what dark thoughts are brewing, what chaos is being hatched? In her old life Nora was a ship anchored firmly to the bedrock. Tumultuous waves might come and go but she knew she had a lifeline. At Gulls Nest she feels like a frantically bobbing cork in an unfriendly ocean.

Nora Breen is late of a monastery, having spent the last thirty years as Sister Agnes. A young nun had left the sisterhood, but promised to write back regularly. The sudden absence of these letters is the prompt for Nora’s sudden travels. Frieda had been staying at a seaside hotel, Gulls Nest, in Gore-on-Sea, so that is where Nora begins her search. But what starts out as a missing person inquiry takes a turn when one of the guests catches a bad case of dead. And the game is afoot.

There were several sources of inspiration. The idea of writing a former religious sister came from my childhood. I was taught by a former nun as a child. I was intrigued by her story, in terms of why she joined a religious order and then why she left, but I was never brave enough to ask her about it. The main setting of the first book, Gulls Nest boarding house, was inspired by a disastrous romantic weekend. We booked into an unnamed hotel in Kent, and it was marvellous but not perhaps in the way you’d hope for. There was a formidable landlady, haunted plumbing and eccentric guests. The house would have been beautiful in its day but was shabbily strange when we came to it. But I loved it for its character. – from The Nerd Daily interview

Kidd has planned out a series of eight Nora Breen novels. In the first we are introduced not only to Nora, but to several characters who will be returning. In the Dabble interview, Kidd talks about having a detective who is seeing the world with fresh eyes, after having been shut away for thirty years. Her age, and complete absence of ego also make her seem unthreatening. They do not, however, make her ineffective. While she had to stifle her curiosity and willfulness in the community, she is patient and very deliberate. That said, she remains very much a stranger in a strange world.

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Jess Kidd – Image from Faber & Faber

1953 England is indeed a strange, gritty place. Still recovering from the war, impacted by the massive loss of men, and the damage done to many of the returning soldiers, and their families. Survival is all. Making things pretty takes a back seat. Gulls Nest is down at the heels, well past its prime. There is a non-zero concern about the safety of the less-than-palatable meals being served at the hotel (very reminiscent of a memorable personal hospital stay). But it is not short on quirky characters. The supporting cast in this one is quite robust. “But Gulls Nest is that sort of a place, isn’t it? Where the dreamers and schemers wash up.”

The hotel residents include Professor Poppy, a Punch and Judy showman, looking the worse for wear, with his own studio and a collection of puppets, Teddy, a well-liked caretaker at the local amusement park, his wife Stella, who clerks at the town hall, Bill Carter, a retired navy chief who works as a bartender at another hotel, Mr. Karel Ježek, a small photographer with a difficult-to-place accent, Irene Rawlings, a resentful housekeeper, the hotel owner, Helena Wells, who sports a posh accent, suggesting a reduction in her circumstances, and then there is Dinah, her daughter, a seemingly feral child who has the run of the hotel and grounds, appears in surprising places, and does not speak. A few locals, including a non-human one, flesh out the roster. Everyone in Gore-on-Sea has secrets, including Nora. Part of the fun of this novel is getting to each one.

Every cozy amateur detective requires a police contact, and DI Rideout serves that role here. We can assume that they will form an alliance. He has the added benefit of rugged good looks, and sundry characteristics that Nora cannot help but observe. But, as in most cozies, there is not much actual flesh on display, of either the steamy or cold variety. Per the genre, bodies are discovered, not actively deprived of their life forces on the page. That said, there are some scary bits.

Nora goes about her detecting business, follows clues, talks to people in the hotel and in town. She keeps her eyes peeled, pokes her nose in places beyond her remit, makes a few friends and develops a very useful local informant. Nora growing parallels Nora finding things out.

While this is a pretty-straight-ahead crime story, Kidd drops in at least one dollop of magical realism, a major feature of her prior work. Personally, I would have liked more of this, fan as I am of Kidd’s magical realism writing, but that’s just me. The 1950s setting is rich with possibility, beautifully achieved here. Kidd is a wonderful writer, and offers not only well-realized characters, but an intriguing mystery or two, and evocative atmospherics.

While it may not hold the same appeal as more exotic vacation spots, if you appreciate a little time away, with quiet days in which to read, walk the beach, enjoy a cuppa, and maybe stumble across the odd body, Gore-on-Sea might be just the place. Jess Kidd will save you a room. You will find yourself eager to return.

Nora tells herself that the world may seem confusing but it is just the sum of its parts. Take it piece by piece until you can work out the whole.

Review posted – 5/9/25

Publication date – 4/8/25

I received an ARE of Murder at Gull’s Nest from Atria in return for a fair review. Thanks, folks, and thanks to NetGalley for facilitating.

This review is cross-posted on Goodreads. Stop by and say Hi!

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Links to Kidd’s personal, Twitter, Goodreads, Instagram and FB pages

Profile – from Calgary Women’s Literary Club

Kidd holds a Ph.D. in Creative Writing, she has earned numerous literary awards from England and Ireland, and—in addition to her novels, short stories, and children’s books—she is currently developing her own original television project.

Kidd has already written #2 in the series, Murder at the Spirit Lounge. It centers on a famous medium who arrives in Gore-on-Sea and starts taking seances. When one séance goes terribly and mysteriously wrong it seems that Nora might have a supernatural serial killer on her hands.

Interviews
—–The Nerd Daily – Q&A: Jess Kidd, Author of ‘Murder At Gulls Nest’ by Elise Dumpleton
—–Dabble – Writing Historical Cozy Mysteries With Jess Kidd by Hank Garner – video – 56:26

Items of interest – author
—–Writing.ie – Changing Genre by Jess Kidd
—–The Guardian – Jess Kidd: ‘My older sister taught me to read with Mills & Boon’

Item of Interest
—– Death in Paris – this review offers a walk-through on elements in the cozy mystery genre

My reviews of other books by Jess Kidd
—–2020 – Things in Jars
—–2022 – The Night Ship

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White King (Antonia Scott, #3) by Juan Gómez-Jurad

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The Café Moran is full. Six tables occupied by the usual kind of people who haunt such places. Antonia scopes them rapidly as she attempts to catch her breath before entering. Three couples acting like they’re listening to one another while checking their Instagram accounts, two hipsters pretending to write novels on their MacBooks, and a psychopathic killer. The last is the easiest to identify: he is the only one holding a book, not an electronic device.

What pisses Jon off about kidnappings is when he’s the one being kidnapped. You can’t walk down the street these days without someone bundling you into a van with a bag over your head, thinks Jon.

Fair Warning, there are spoilerish items in the following review if you have not yet read the first two books in the series.

It all began with Red Queen, the first book in this trilogy, named for a transnational police organization dedicated to solving the most serious, and most challenging crimes. (As with Alice in Wonderland there are games to be played, riddles to be solved) Special people (male and female) have been recruited, nation by nation, to run point on investigations. These folks have intellectual superpowers that have been enhanced by torturous training. Antonia Scott is Spain’s Red Queen. Jon Gutiérrez, late of the Bilbao PD, is her number two. Think Holmes/Watson or Don Quixote/Sancho Panza. He is there to keep her on some sort of even keel. She can get overwhelmed sometimes, and needs her special red pills to get right. Jon is trained on when to act on that need.

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Hovik Keuchkerian as Jon Gutiérrez and Vicky Luengo as Antonia Scott in a still from Red Queen – image from The Hindu

Their first case set the pair to track the who-and-why when a criminal murdered a child of the ultra-rich and kidnapped another. Book #2, Black Wolf, pits Antonia against a Karla-level assassin, engaged with the Russian mafia. Book #3, White King, brings the mysterious mastermind, Mr. White, into the frame.

Please do not bother trying to read White King without ripping through the first two. It would only hurt your brain. If you have not read those two, stop right here, take care of that and then come back. Ok? Cool. So, you know that the Black Wolf offered the ending cliffhanger of Jon being kidnapped by dark forces.

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Juan Gómez-Jurado – image from Zenda

As with the first book, the baddies here, for the most part, are presented as cut-out villains. Black Wolf offered the most thoughtful how-they-became-this-way look at the opposition. But you do not read these books for the deep character portraits. You read them because trying to figure out the puzzles, riddles, and mysteries parallels the rush of the repeating sequence of threat-race-resolve-release that keeps the blood pumping.

…when you think about the genre of thriller you have to have three things, social danger, physical danger for your main characters and you have to have a clock around you… – from the FLMADRID23 interview

And here we are back again. In White King, Antonia and Jon are given ridiculously short times in which to solve several cold-case crimes. Or else what? Something reeeeaaaalllly bad will happen. Tick tock.

There is not a lot going on inside the characters in these books other than concern for those close to them. All the action is on the outside, including the manifestation of Antonia’s thought processes, aside from her occasional encounters with the metaphorical monkeys that inhabit her head. Flashbacks to violent episodes from the history of Mentor and Red Queen training are interspersed with the core plot progression. They offer a clear image of one of the characters, without really going much past the basics. We get early on what is going on there, and repetition does not add a lot.

Supporting cast members offer a few surprises, as their presence in this book is enhanced and their significance in the series events is revealed, with a few walk-ons marching across the pages as needed.

Sometimes it can be a bit tough to swallow Antonia’s ability to predict events. But I guess if you give your character superpowers that sort of short-cut is to be expected. Jurado continues peppering the story with words from diverse cultures. This is a fun element.

Dharmaniṣṭhuya – In Kannada, a Dravidic language spoken by forty-four million people in India, the relief of the downhill slope. The sensation an exhausted walker has when they come to a downward stretch of the path.
Mamihlapinatapai, thinks Antonia. In Yaghan, a language spoken by a nomadic people in Tierra del Fuego, the beached eye. A look people exchange when they’re waiting for others to start something they all want but none dares initiate.

There is a persistent, but light touch of humor throughout all three books. Not LOL material, but smirk or smile-worthy for sure. Also, be prepared for some pretty nifty twists. Don’t worry. I won’t tell. But you should be pleased by them. The individual mysteries exist under the arch of a larger, all-encompassing mystery. Jurado looks to tie up the loose ends, mysteries and miseries from the entire series, so you can look forward to some satisfaction there. The pace of White King is relentless. While it seems unlikely there will be more books in the series, given that it has been over five years since this one was published in Spain, but the possibility has been left open, if he ever gets the urge.

Will the Queen take the King? Your move.

Many of us sense there’s something wrong with reality, with everything around us. With the system, other people, ourselves. Yet life bribes us, it buys our silence with the gift of sleep. She, on the other hand, doesn’t forget, can’t forget.

Review posted – 4/11/25

Publication date (USA) – 3/11/25

First published (Spain) – 10/24/19

I received an ARE of White King from Minotaur in return for a fair review, and agreeing to disable that device. Thanks, folks, and thanks to NetGalley for facilitating.

This review is cross-posted on Goodreads. Stop by and say Hi!

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Links to Gomez-Jurado’s personal, FB, and Twitter pages

Profile – from Wikipedia

Juan Gómez-Jurado (born 16 December 1977) is a Spanish journalist and author. He is a columnist in “La Voz de Galicia” and “ABC”, distributed in Spain, and he participates in multiple radio and TV programs. His books have been translated into 42 languages and he is one of the most successful living Spanish authors…

Interviews
—– Juan Gómez-Jurado on his Antonia Scott thrillers: ‘There are ideas within ideas’ by Mini Anthikad Chhibber
—–FLMADRID23Publishers Weekly en Espanol | Juan Gomez-Jurado – really in English – video – 20:37
—–Hindustan Times – Interview: Juan Gomez-Jurado, author, Red Queen by Arunima Mazumdar

My reviews of Gomez-Jurado’s prior books in the series
—–2024 – Black Wolf – Antonia Scott #2
—–2023 – Red Queen – Antonia Scott #1

Items of Interest
—–Google Play Books – preview – audio – 16:13
—–Wiki – Karla – an assassin in the John Le Carre George Smiley series

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Something in the Walls by Daisy Pearce

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… just after Christmas, Alice Webber started to get sick. She complained of pains in her sides like needles being pressed there. When they lifted her shirt, there was a pinprick rash and blood welling up as if the skin had been broken. A few days later she started vomiting. By this point Alice was too weak to get out of bed so her mother put a bowl beside it. When she came to empty it, she found watery bile and clots of black hair, like you’d pull out of a plughole. Another time Alice coughed up a handful of sewing pins bent into strange shapes. She developed a fever which made her start seeing things. She got delusional.”
“In what way?”
“Alice told her parents that a witch was spying on her through the chimney breast. She said the witch had a black tongue and her face was ‘all on upside down.’

“She was saying such odd things. At school, then here at home. Sometimes it was like she was listening to music you couldn’t hear, you know? I’d catch her just staring at the fireplace and her lips were moving but no sound was coming out. When I asked her what she was doing, she said”—here Lisa sighs, fretful and ill at ease. It’s clear she isn’t comfortable talking about this—“she said that the dead wanted her to open her throat.”

When Sam Hunter and Mina Ellis pull up at 13 Beacon Terrace in Banathel, an English backwater, there is a crowd gathered. Mostly people wanting something from the girl inside. They seem to think she can communicate with the dead, and there are people with whom they would love to reconnect.

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Daisy Pearce – image from her site

Sam is a reporter who specializes in debunking superstitious claptrap and fraud. Mina is a recent graduate in child psychology. Sam had asked her along to offer an evaluation. Well, there is certainly something off happening at the Webber household

Alice Webber has tales to tell. (She’s the girl you see giggling with her friends at the back of the bus or fooling around in the arcades. Normal. Unexceptional.) She believes there is a witch living in the walls of her bedroom. She can tell because she sees the witch’s eyes looking at her through gaps in the brick chimney. It began when a group of (not really) friends play a mean trick on her at a supposedly haunted house. Now she hears and speaks in voices.

For a moment I think she is speaking—I can see her shoulders twitch, her mouth slowly moving—but the voice I hear is slurring and thick, heavy. Like a throat full of molasses. It is a language I don’t recognise, Germanic maybe. The words spread like a ripple, like oil on water, dark and tainted. It fills me with something icy and unknowing and I taste the bitterness of bile in the back of my throat.

Both Sam and Mina (“It’s my dad. He took my mother to Whitby Abbey while she was pregnant with me. My poor brother narrowly escaped being called Van Helsing.”) have arrived with significant emotional baggage. Sam lost his seven-year-old daughter, Maggie. Mina lost her brother, Eddie, when they were kids. Both Mina and Sam hold out hope that they can somehow reconnect with their lost ones, maybe reduce the guilt they both feel. Is there any chance Alice can actually help them? Alice may look like an average teen with professional aspirations that end at the beauty salon, but what if there is something operating through her?

The novel has a feel of both contemporary spook story and a folk horror tale, rich with back-country superstition, practices, and beliefs. Banathel has a long history of belief in witches, and a rich supply of hagstones everywhere you look. It is reminiscent of works like Tom Tryon’s novel Harvest Home and the 1973 horror classic, The Wicker Man, reliant on deep rural isolation.

The tension ramps up with every strange new event, encouraged by the persistence of contemporary doubt, ancient superstition, the growing crowd and its increasingly threatening regard for the girl. Do they want to help her or use her, or do they want something else? In addition, while there is a mystery in every horror tale, there is also a tension between where magical manifestations leave off and human agency steps in. Ditto here.

While it certainly seemed fun for Mina to have such a nominal root in classic horror, (a pearl among women) it did not seem to me that enough was done with her nifty name. And for a psychologist to be entangled with someone so clearly wrong for her was disappointing. (Although I suppose many of us have had that experience.) As for seeing someone looking through gaps in bricks, did no one consider maybe a bit of plaster, spackle, or poster of a favorite musician to cover the spaces? Or maybe hiring a handyman named Bert to have a go at clearing it out?

On the other hand, the lovely details of dark manifestation that Pearce weaves into her tale, the sights, sounds, and textures, add that frisson that every good horror novel needs. The overarching heat that bears down on all provides another layer of dread. It might even enhance the feel of this book for readers to take it on in July.

I have a particularly high bar for fright. It is a rare horror novel that keeps me up at night. There are real-world stresses and manifestations of evil that offer that service quite happily. Something in the Walls came close, but caused no lost zzzzzzzs here. Not to say it will not for you, who have a more usual receptivity to such things. It did, however, offer an appealing lead, a tantalizing mystery, a colorful portrait of a tucked-away place, and kept up a brisk tempo.

Most witch hunts are a bad idea, but it might be a better one to track down Something in the Walls. There may be a thrill or two just lying in wait for you.

If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. – Friedrich Nietzsche

Review posted – 4/4/25

Publication date – 2/25/25

I received an ARE of Something in the Walls from Minotaur in return for a fair review, and my agreeing to get the hell out of their chimney. Thanks, folks, and thanks to NetGalley for facilitating.

This review is cross-posted on Goodreads. Stop by and say Hi!

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Links to Pearce’s personal, Instagram, and Twitter pages

Profile – from her site

Daisy Pearce was born in Cornwall and grew up on a smallholding surrounded by hippies. She read Cujo and The Hamlyn Book of Horror far too young and has been fascinated with the macabre ever since.
Daisy began writing short stories as a teenager and after spells living in London and Brighton she had her first short story ‘The Black Prince’ published in One Eye Grey magazine. Another short story, ‘The Brook Witch’, was performed on stage at the Small Story Cabaret in Lewes in 2016. In 2015 The Silence’ won a bursary with The Literary Consultancy. Later that year Daisy also won the Chindi Authors Competition with her short story ‘Worm Food’. A further novel was longlisted for the Mslexia Novel Award…Daisy currently works in a library where she stacks books and listens to podcasts on true crime and folklore.

Interview
—–Bloody Good Reads – Chapter 109 – Daisy Pearce – audio – 38:38 – on writing what she loves

Items of Interest from the author
—–Crime Reads – DAISY PEARCE ON POLTERGEISTS, MISOGYNY, AND COMING OF AGE IN A FRACTURED WORLD
—–Short story – The Brook Witch – linked from her website
—–Short story – The Spirit of Christmas – linked from her website

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The Buffalo Hunter Hunter by Stephen Graham Jones

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Good Stab fell to his knees, pressed his forehead to the floor and he screamed too, and I daresay our screams harmonized, at least in how much they pained us.
This, I believe, is the story of America, told in a forgotten church in the hinterlands, with a choir of the dead mutely witnessing.
“Your tore out the heart of my people, Three-Persons,” Good Stab said into the floor.
“I’m sorry,” I said back, I knew how weakly. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.”
“Is it wrong to kill?” he asked then, again, sitting back on his haunches, his bared arms hooked around his knees. “Is this what you tell your people who come each Sunday?”
“Yes,” I said.

What I am is the Indian who can’t die.
I’m the worst dream America ever had.

The vampire genre has a new dark star. Far from the European roots we all know, Stephen Graham Jones has created a uniquely American, a uniquely Native American version of the tormented and tormenting blood-sucker. The novel is rich, not only with the horrors of the genre, but with the very un-magical horrors of the time. No vampire could possibly compete with the mass slaughter of the American Bison, nor of the Native American peoples. This envisioning of an American vampire includes a remarkable twist, new to the genre, at least as far as I am aware.

Good Stab’s damnation comes with a wickedly satisfying pair of rules: he must feed on his prey until it’s dry—sometimes causing his side to literally burst open—and he grows to resemble whatever he’s feeding from. – from the PW interview

The structure is frame within a frame within a frame. Etsy Beaucarne is our outermost, in 2012, a struggling academic, the descendant of a pastor from the 19th century. Arthur Beaucarne, a Lutheran, ministered to the religious needs of the residents of Miles City, Montana. His journal, stowed in 1912 was recently found in an old parsonage undergoing renovation (cheekily referred to as revamping). In this journal, Arthur, the second frame, relates the tale told to him by a strange Native American man, Good Stab. The Indian appears at the back of his congregation, in dark clerical garb, wearing sunglasses, and wanting to talk. His tale is terrifying and compelling.

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Stephen Graham Jones – image from 5280 Magazine – shot by Matthew DeFeo

It is an American history not taught in Western schools. The Marias Massacre took place 1870. A U.S. cavalry troop was sent to do damage to a particular branch of the Pikuni tribe, not the branch that had made an alliance with the incoming settlers. The leader of the troop, despite being shown documentation of the alliance, decided that one Indian is the same as another and proceeded to massacre 217 mostly women, children, and old men, many suffering from small pox.

Good Stab, a Pikuni, named for his nifty defense against an attacker, was 37 when he encountered the creature he calls Cat Man.

The thing had a thin white face with intelligence to it, and at first I thought its chin and mouth were painted for ceremony, but then I saw that it was just that it ate like a sticky-mouth, where it made a mess, and then let that blood stay like it was proud of it, wanted all the other four-leggeds see what it could do. Its mouth looked like it was pushing out too far, too, bringing the nose with it. But I told myself that was just because the dried blood made it look that way.
Its eyes were like mine, like I see you seeing, and its hair was hanging in its face, and it was naked so we could see it was a man, or had once been a man.
But it was no man

We follow Good Stab’s tale through decades, as told to Pastor Beaucarne, as he struggles to survive, and finds purpose in taking down those who seek to kill “blackhorns.” There are many adventures along his journey of discovery, and many internal struggles. He is a complex character who seems at times inured to the havoc he inflicts, but one who manages to sustain a kind, caring heart, at times anyway. We feel his pain in being an outsider as he yearns to connect with his people.

The backdrop for this story is the Western expansion into the west, including the racism, colonial military dominance, destructiveness, wastefulness, genocide, inhumanity and cruelty of the era. Killers, murderers, and thieves preaching a religion of peace. The irony is not lost. Ultimately, this is a revenge tale. Punishment for many who have come west to pillage nature’s bounty, and targeted attacks on those responsible for the Marias Massacre.

As we get most of the story from Good Stab we get his usage as well, words for creatures of the American west. “Blackhorns” for Bison, as well as Whitehorn, Wags-his-tail, Long-legs, Sticky-mouth and plenty more. Part of the fun of reading this is identifying each species as it is introduced.

Part of the joy of reading The Buffalo Hunter Hunter is seeing the coming together of history and horror in a way that is reminiscent of one of America’s most inspired writers. While this is hardly a magical realism version of history, the incorporation of actual Native American history gives it a very Louise Erdrich-y feel. There is another form of joy to be had here. I have a particularly high bar for horror. I lose no sleep, nor do I have scary dreams as a result of reading a horror book. But there was a night, while reading this one, when I felt that I had somehow ingested three fist-size dollops of Vampire and they had taken root in my torso. I knew in the dream that I could, with effort, expel them, but knew also that it would take a supreme effort to do so. That, to me, is the sign of a good scary book.

Stephen Graham Jones is a prolific writer. Even more than Stephen King, maybe into the domain of Isaac Asimov. I have read only a few (listed below in EXTRA STUFF) but of those I have read, this one stands out. The Buffalo Hunter Hunter is most definitely worth whatever time and trouble it takes to track down. Once you sink your teeth into it, you will have a tough time stepping away until you have ingested it all. This is simply a bloody wonderful book.

You don’t know this yet, but once a generation, once a century, someone is born with a kind of blood no one else has. If you drink from that person . . . how to explain it? It’s like the difference between an animal and a person. But the person is the animal now, and this new one is above them. Their blood, you do anything for it. I’ve only tasted it twice so far in all my years. She’s going to be the third time.”

Review posted – 2/27/25

Publication date – 3/18/25

I received an ARE of The Buffalo Hunter Hunter from Saga Press in return for a fair review. Thanks, folks, and thanks to NetGalley for facilitating.

This review is cross-posted on Goodreads. Stop by and say Hi!

=======================================EXTRA STUFF

Links to Jones’s personal, Twitter and FB pages

Interviews
—–NY Times – By the Book – Stephen Graham Jones Says His University Colleagues Aren’t Snobs About Horror
—–PW – Stephen Graham Jones Knows Good Stories Don’t Happen in Heaven
—–Horror Geek Life – Stephen Graham Jones Discusses ‘First Word on Horror’ & Terror on the Reservation (Exclusive)
by Stephen Rosenberg – but not much on this novel
—–The Nerdy Narrative – THE BUFFALO HUNTER HUNTER by Stephen Graham Jones – video – 12:08
—–5280 – Meet Colorado’s Most Prolific Killer, Horror Author Stephen Graham Jones by Spencer Campbell

My reviews of (sadly, only five) previous books by Jones
—–2024 – The Angel of Indian Lake -The Indian Lake Trilogy #3
—–2023 – Don’t Fear the Reaper -The Indian Lake Trilogy #2
—–2021 – My Heart is a Chainsaw -The Indian Lake Trilogy #1
—–2020 – The Only Good Indians
—–2016 – Mongrels

Items of Interest from the author
—–People – excerpt

Items of Interest
—–Wikipedia – Marias Massacre
—–Montana Historical Society – The Pikuni and the U.S. Army’s Piegan Expedition by Rodger C. Henderson

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Toto by A.J. Hackwith

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Every dog has the Growl in it, no matter how big or little, how scruffy or cute, how pampered, old, or toothless. Every dog has in the first wolf barely coaxed to a campfire. Maybe we never have a chance to use it in our kind lives, and our humans would never suspect. But if we do, it’s because none of us, not a single pup, has forgotten the first campfire. And though we have taken on many jobs for our humans since then, there is one that is summarized in the Growl.
This One Is Mine to Protect

Ninety percent of magic is public opinion.

I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore. Well, after animal control had tried taking Toto, maybe that is not a bad thing.

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A.J. Hackwith – image from her site – shot by Karen Osborne.

The Wizard of Oz is arguably the first modern American fairy tale, and Dorothy one of the first prototypes for the army of empowered, female YA protagonists we have today. And growing up as a rural girl in Nebraska—one hop north of Dorothy’s Kansas—it’s no surprise then that I was desperately obsessed with the story. I always wanted to find the rainbow, yellow brick road, or magic slippers that would take me somewhere else. I always wanted to pay homage to Oz, and as a lifelong dog lover, it felt natural that Toto’s perspective was the way into a whole new view of the classic story. – from the Writers Digest interview

Hackwith has quite a bit of fun reimagining the OZ we all know. Dorothy is a contemporary teen in a hoodie, with a smartphone, but she is still pure of heart. The Scarecrow is much as he was in the film. The Tin Woodsman, Nick Chopper, is a self-made construct of impressive stature and physical capacity, (Baum had written a bit of back story about him. See EXTRA STUFF for this) with a vocabulary reminiscent of Groot. He is accompanied by a bad-ass sister, a knight, (Lettie) who is not at all metallic.

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All the Oz illustrations in this review by W.W. Denslow. are from the 1900 publication of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

The Cowardly Lion is a bit of a scaredy cat but more a very reserved, thoughtful feline. The Wizard may know a thing or two, but is very much a crook. There is a revolutionary bluejay who thinks he is a crow. There is a bubble-propelled witch. And flying monkey sorts loyal to the witch we all know and love. A young one, an engineer, less crusty that her peers, plays a key role.

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And then there is Toto, front and center, able to speak and be understood, by most folks anyway, full of snarky commentary and struggling with the benefits of being a good dog or a bad dog. I mean if he had been a good dog, and animal control came for him anyway, what was the actual point? He will struggle throughout. Unlike his role in the original story, Toto has a lot more agency here, engaging in adventures away from Dorothy.

Imagine the flattest, grayest, most cornfed place you can imagine. Now add depression and life wrecked by late-stage capitalism. That’s Kansas. It’s like the dull beginning of every ad for pharmaceuticals right before Xylohappitoxin or whatever fixes everything. Sure, I make the best of it. Stealing socks and digging in old lady Brumley’s garden. But me and Dorothy are meant for bigger things, like destiny and boss battles and whatever that “Likeandsubscribe” stuff is the glass-people are hype about. – from the Fresh Fiction piece

Tasks are assigned to our travelling troupe by local bigshots. Bring me this, bring me that. Shoes are given a bit more attention than in the film, silver this time instead of ruby red, in keeping with the novel instead of the film.

There is commentary on politics; the bluejay is fond of holding forth with leftist pronunciations that will be laughingly familiar to any who have had connection with such folks; manipulators encourage people to do the wrong things; a race of beings has been subjugated; a leader pillages a natural environment to the detriment of all. Haves take advantage of have-nots…and on.

When Frank L. Baum sat down to write the The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, his country was in a state of turmoil which might seem very, very familiar to us these days. Economic and international pressures were ripping apart the perceived stability of the middle class. Hotly contested initiatives like the silver standard are referenced in Dorothy’s own silver shoes (changed to ruby for the technicolor movie). Populist leaders are lambasted in characters like the Cowardly Lion and the Emerald City itself can be read as a giant allegory to the capitalist power of Wall Street in Baum’s era. Oz was never a sterile product of pure imagination. The books reflected Baum’s opinions on the realities of the world. – from the Nerd Daily piece

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This is a satire, so there are many fun flicks at the source material, as well as the political scene. And homages as well. Of course, it helps to be familiar with more than merely the 1939 film. The original novel would be a good place to start. The Broadway show and then film of The Wiz, and many more. L. Frank Baum wrote fourteen Oz novels, and short stories beyond. Many were written under pseudonyms. And even after Baum died, his publisher continued publishing Oz books by other writers. Gregory Maguire’s 1995 novel, (then Broadway show, then film) Wicked, and several subsequent novels, offer more source material. And there are even many more Oz books by other writers.

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Of course, any literary road trip is a journey of self-discovery. Toto will resolve some things; Dorothy will plot a course for herself; and the rest of the gang will find their ways forward as well. But as with any road trip, it is the journey that is of interest and not the ultimate destination(s). Dorothy’s (and Totos’) actual feelings about Kansas are given a look. Dorothy has a the chance to be her own person in a challenging world, and consider what she might do with herself if given the opportunity. There is plenty of resonance here for many of us who felt, for various reasons, constrained by our beginnings.

You ever feel trapped in a family you don’t belong in? In a place that’s just so . . . so that it’s suffocating? That you know there’s more, so much more, out there, and it’s worth seeing, and every day you wake up in the same bed is like drowning a teaspoon at a time? I never wanted—I just . . .” She took in a sharp breath, catching herself. Her gaze refocused away from the window and back on me. For a flicker beat she looked like a duotype print of Dorothy. Hair obscured in soft shadow, a dark wardrobe that could have included the ratty tee Dorothy slept in when she finally peeled off the hoodie on the weekends . . . and a face so full of hunger-pang sadness, it could swallow the world with those wide eyes.

Hackwith’s look at the surviving wicked witch is a delight.

There may be no place like home, but who says we can have only one home in our lives? Toto is a fun romp through the OZ of our memories and/or imaginations. It is listed as YA, and I am sure it will appeal to that demo, but it was a fun read, particularly for an old dog like me, with long memories to be touched, revived, and beguiled.

This is the thing tall people, even tall dogs, never understand. Everyone looks at the world from three, four, even five feet up in the air. That’s where all the deception is. Everyone makes sure things look nice from that angle. Tables are kept tidy. Skirts are pressed. Floorboards are swept. Railings are dusted. Everyone wants to make a nice impression, tell a nice story from their point of view.
But when you see the world from five inches off the ground? That’s when you get the unvarnished truth.

Review posted – 01/31/25

Publication date – 11/12/24

I received an ARE of Toto from Ace in return for a fair review. Thanks, folks, and thanks to NetGalley for facilitating.

This review is cross-posted on Goodreads. Stop by and say Hi!

=======================================EXTRA STUFF

Links to Hackwith’s personal, FB, Instagram, and Twitter pages

Profile – from Penguin Random House

A. J. Hackwith (she/they) is (almost) certainly not an ink witch in a hoodie. She’s a queer writer of fantasy and science fiction living in the woods of the Pacific Northwest with her partner and various pet cryptids. A.J. is the author of a number of fantasy novels, including the acclaimed LIBRARY OF THE UNWRITTEN fantasy trilogy. She is a graduate of the Viable Paradise writer’s workshop and her work appears in Uncanny Magazine and assorted anthologies. Summon A.J. at your own peril with an arcane circle of fountain pens, weird collections of rusted keys, and homebrew D&D accessories.

Interview
—–Writers Digest – A. J. Hackwith: On the Fortitude of Little Dogs – with Robert Lee Brewer

Items of Interest from the author
—–Fresh Fiction – . J. Hackwith | Conversations in Character with Toto
—–Google Play Books – excerpt
—–Wikipedia – Tin Woodman – on how Nick Chopper became the Tin Woodman as per L. Frank Baum
—–Nerd Daily – Storytelling Is Political, And That’s A Good Thing

Items of Interest
—–Gutenberg – The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum
—–Gutenberg – The Tin Woodman of Oz by L. Frank Baum
—–Youtube- Heartless – The Story of the Tin Man – 22:48
—–Wiki – Groot

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The Haunting of Moscow House by Olesya Salnikova Gilmore

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Irina calls her fanciful whenever she mentions ghosts. Still, something isn’t right about the house, hasn’t been right since Uncle Pasha was shot dead there three years before, and Grand-père Sergei succumbed to his illness mere days after.
Though she’s never seen one, Lili has believed in ghosts for quite a long time.
Do you think the dead can rise? Her voice, from a long-forgotten memory.
Of course, Nicky had answered, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

…with each death, the spirits are more corporeal and alive. And the family is in greater danger.

It is 1921, and the suffering is not yet done. World War I, then the ongoing civil war, now famine. Bolsheviks have taken charge. They use the Cheka to enforce the new norms, inflict the governing biases, and relentlessly add to the general misery. The displaced aristocracy struggles to get by, well, those who were not summarily shot.

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Olesya Salnikova Gilmore – Image from PRH – credit Nicola Levine Photography

To the new Soviet republic, the Bolsheviks, and the Cheka secret police, they are still countesses Irina and Liliya Goliteva, the people’s class enemy as descendants of one of the greatest and most ancient aristocratic clans of an imperial Russia dead and buried. Like most of their family. But unlike many former people, Irina’s family didn’t flee Russia. They stayed in hope of a return to normalcy. Now it is too late. Even if they could obtain papers, how could a household of women and children brave the danger of travel and exile?

Running out of household valuables to sell, the sisters take jobs with the American Relief Administration (ARA). The ARA is there to provide aid, food in particular. The sisters are managing the challenges, but there is something else. It appears that there are strange, spectral things going on in their home, the once-grand Moscow House. There are sounds, scents, footsteps, the sorts of things one can expect in a gothic novel.

So much of the novel is inspired by some of my favorite gothic stories, particularly by the Russian/Slavic gothic genre and the Ukrainian author who arguably founded it—Nikolai Gogol. – from the Afterward

Gogol and other folk sources are given plenty of recognition in the pages, allowing one the opportunity to do some digging and appreciate the inspirations.

We follow Irina (28) and her sister, Lili (18), as they try to survive through this trying period. Chapters alternate, more or less, between the two. The gothic elements build, from a few inklings to full-blown. It is not just one or two spectres turning up, but a whole host of late family members. The house is commandeered by the government, and the actual family is relegated to the attic. That does not work out well for the occupiers, as one then another is found dead. The work of one of the living inhabitants or ghostly revenge?

There are certainly some creepy bits, a norm for the genre, a few jump-cut scenes, and a spooky soothsayer. But is it scary? Mostly not, for me, (a particularly high bar) although there were some welcome surprises. There is one particular sort of ghost from Russian lore that was a new one on me. A creepy doll offers a tingle or two. That they grow in corporeality with each new death offered a welcome bit of unease. After a while, though, one gets used to the spirits, and in doing so their impact is reduced. Yeah, we’ve got a haunted house. So? The sisters keep coming and going as if it were infested with a more usual sort of pest.

Both become involved in romances, one with a Yank, the other with a childhood sweetheart. This is lovely, particularly in offering the possibility of positive outcomes for the sibs. Of course, it also adds to the ongoing tension between staying to preserve the family history and line, and fighting the good fight, or leaving to preserve their lives. How many people today are faced with comparable choices?

In fairy tales, paupers became princesses, not the other way around. But Soviet Russia is a warped Wonderland, where all is topsy-turvy and not what it should be.

One might, I expect, consider a take in which the Cheka taking charge in Moscow is a lot like the spectres taking over the Moscow House. It does cause one to recall that the Introduction of The Communist Manifesto begins, “A spectre is haunting Europe—the spectre of communism.” Certainly those spooks have landed in Russia and, through bloodshed, are gaining in strength. I have no idea if this was at all on Gilmore’s mind. But maybe. Spectres within and spectres without? Maybe a bit of dialectical materialism (or dialectical immaterialism?) for good measure?

Overall. I enjoyed The Haunting of Moscow House, particularly for the portrait of the time (The ARA was a real non-profit), the depiction of the desperation among Muscovites, and exposure to some unfamiliar gothic Slavic writing and lore. The sisters are engaging. The tension is palpable, and the spook infestation is fun.

I suppose one cannot help but compare this to Gilmore’s freshman offering, The Witch and the Tsar. That one was less reality based, more fantastical, and a bit more fun. But this one is also quite good, rich with extras both historical and literary.

Irina is crossing into the next room when she feels a prickle of cold on her arm. A draft of air. But the damask curtains are sealed tight. No, it is as if someone has moved past her. She turns sharply, as fearful as the other morning. Odd. She has never been afraid in the house. She doesn’t have Lili’s active imagination. Nor is she given over to delusions. It is only the howl and tear of the wind, the rattle of the windows in their casements, the faint give of a latch. With all this noise, she almost doesn’t hear it.
The creak of parquet, somewhere near. And again, unmistakable now. Creak. Creeeaak.
Footsteps. Small, like a child’s.
Irina backs up with wide eyes—when there is a deep growl. Then an earsplitting screech, and a dark shape hurtles across her path. A glint of red, as if red eyes have snapped to hers. The next second, scuffling and the thumping of bare feet, then nothing.
What was that? Some animal, trapped in the house?
That’s when the air implodes all around her.

Review posted – 12/20/24

Publication date – 9/3/24

I received an ARE of The Haunting of Moscow House from Berkley in return for a fair review. Thanks, folks, (Does it feel unnaturally cold to you here?) and thanks to NetGalley for facilitating.

This review is cross-posted on Goodreads. Stop by and say Hi!

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Links to Gilmore’s personal, FB, Instagram, and Twitter pages

Profile – from her site
Olesya Salnikova Gilmore is the author of The Witch and the Tsar and The Haunting of Moscow House. Originally from Moscow, she was raised in the US and graduated from Pepperdine University with a BA in English/political science, and from Northwestern School of Law with a JD. She practiced litigation at a large law firm for several years before pursuing her dream of becoming an author. Now she is happiest writing speculative historical fiction inspired by Eastern European history and folklore. Her work has appeared in LitHub, Tor.com, CrimeReads, Writer’s Digest, Historical Novels Review, Bookish, Washington Independent Review of Books, among others. She lives in a wooded, lakeside suburb of Chicago with her husband and daughter.

Interviews
—–JeanBookNerd – Olesya Salnikova Gilmore Interview – The Haunting of Moscow House
—–Turn the Page – Episode 314E: Olesya Salnikova Gilmore on THE HAUNTING OF MOSCOW HOUSE – audio – 24:17
—–How Do You Write – Ep. 358: POV Hack: Using Method Acting with Olesya Salnikova Gilmore video – 31:09 – with Rachel Herron (from 5:36) – mostly about her prior novel, but offers a nice sense of the author, her process, how she uses method acting and her lawyerly background

My review of Gilmore’s prior book
—–2022 – The Witch and the Tsar

Items of Interest from the author
—–Crimereads – GOTHIC FICTION WITH A TWIST
—–Writer’s Digest – Finding Magic at the Intersection of Reality and Fantasy in Fiction
—–Reactor – Five Books about Haunted Houses that Crumble

Items of Interest
—–Carol’s Notebook – The Shroud – a Russian fairy tale referenced in Chapter 3
—–Story Telling Institute – Vasilia the Beautiful – a Russian fairy tale referenced in Chapter 11

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The Mighty Red by Louise Erdrich

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The absence of birds made Diz uneasy, but he wasn’t spraying birds, was he? Yet there were fewer birds around his farm. Used to be robins hunting worms in the furrows. Used to be blackbirds around the green bins. Owls at dawn, rats in their claws. Well, maybe he had a sudden thought those could have been the rats and mice he had to poison. He thought back to how birds used to chatter as the sun rose. Now, a few sparrows, maybe, or more often just the hiss and boom of wind.

While working in her garden, Crystal appreciated how their families were like the Lord’s ivy, a weed ineradicable by human means. It grows low to the ground and can’t be mowed. It throws its stems long and roots straight down every few inches, just like the people along the river. There seems to be a Frechette or a Poe anywhere you land, but low-key, invisible. The Lord’s ivy, or ground ivy, creeping charlie, thrives under the leaves of other plants and goes wherever it is not wanted. It just keeps throwing itself along stem by stem and blooms so modestly you’d hardly mark the tiny purple flowers. People step down and pass, the weed springs up, uncrushable.

But, implanted or not, there is plenty of stress to go around.

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Louise Erdrich in front of her Minneapolis bookstore – image from The Paris Review – shot by Angela Erdrich

Romantic stress
The core of the novel is an ill-considered relationship. Kismet and Gary are teenagers, rich with hormones and needs. But are they ready to be married? She had planned to go to college. Gary is the star quarterback, but has a need for Kismet that has nothing to do with their romance. And then there is Hugo, brilliant, ambitious, and totally in love with her, (… he closed his eyes and thought about how he was helpless in the tractor beam of love.) centering his life on making himself successful enough to woo her away from Gary. Coming of age is a major element, and is wonderfully portrayed. Erdrich says in the B&N interview that she had really wanted to write a love triangle. Well, among other things. She also wanted to write about …

Financial stress

I really set it in 2008…because I don’t feel our country has ever really dealt with the fallout from 2008. I feel like there was so much that there was so much loss, that people lost homes, people lost jobs, things hollowed out in such a big way and that was never really addressed. We never really came back from that time, 2008, 2009 into the present, because the pandemic happened. – from the B&N interview

Winnie Geist lived through the Reagan era in which her family’s farm was lost, sold for a fraction of its worth. David Stockman is name-dropped from the 1980s.

While she was in high school, the government accelerated her family’s loan payments and blow after blow had landed. They’d lost their home, their farm, everything. Except one another, they kept saying, except us.

Crystal Poe is Kismet’s mother. When ne’er-do-well-actor dad, Martin, goes walkabout, Crystal has to sell off possessions to keep afloat.

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Erdrich would like to see Irene Bedard as Crystal – from the Hoda & Jenna interview – image from Wikipedia

Ecological stress
Connection to the land is always a feature of Louise Erdrich’s work. The Lord’s ivy quote at the top reflects the root of this. Winnie’s angst at the loss of her family farm offers another. There are multiple instances of characters expressing, and acting on, (or not) concerns for the well-being of the ground on which they live and work. It is the treatment of the land that gets the most attention, the tension between using chemical-based products to maximize production per acre, versus a less corporate approach that supports a more ecologically balanced, restorative brand of farming.

I don’t think about politics when I write. I think about the characters and the narrative. My novels aren’t op-eds. Nobody reads a book unless the characters are powerful—bad or good or hopelessly ordinary. They have to have magnetism. If you write your characters to fit your politics, generally you get a boring story. If you let the people and the settings in the book come first, there’s a better chance that you can write a book shaped by politics that maybe people want to read. – from the Paris Review interview

Parental stress
Erdrich has four daughters, so has had plenty of experience with mother-child interactions. She says she loved being the mother of teens, seeing the excitement of their choices, and trying to be more of a guide than a hard-liner. Crystal struggles to influence Kismet without coming on too strong, which would predictably result in increased resistance. Gary’s mother clearly loves him, and goes out of her way to see to her baby’s happiness, maybe too far out of her way. Crystal and Winnie are definitely both afraid for their children, although for very different reasons.

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Erdrich would like to see Isabella LeBlanc as Kismet – from the Hoda & Jenna interview – image from Minnesota Native News

A bit of fun
There is a series of flamboyant crimes committed by an outlaw, who acquires a nickname and a fair bit of public fame, in the same way that notorious historical criminals like Billy the Kid drew public interest and admiration.

This book is set during the economic collapse of 2008–09. What Martin does is only what a lot of people wanted to do. I didn’t think of what he did as villainy, but yes, I suppose it was absolutely crazy, and, you know, fun to write. I have to amuse myself. – from the Bookpage interview

There was more that motivated Erdrich. She is from the Red River Valley of North Dakota, has much family in the area and returns frequently. She wanted to write about the changes she had seen there. (like the mighty Red, history was a flood.) One element of this was that her first job was hauling sugar beets. The industry was undeveloped at the time. She wanted to write about how it had evolved over the last thirty years. The original title of the novel was Crystal.

When I started it I thought I would be writing about the 2011 lockout by Crystal Sugar and how it impacted people who were working there. They lost a lot in terms of their insurance and their benefits and wages…it was a really tough lockout. I wanted to write about that at first, but then I started writing something else entirely and I enjoyed writing it more so I kept with that one and it became more about a number of people living along the river. – from the B&N interview

Many of Louise Erdrich’s novels (this is her nineteenth) have centered on Native American history, lore, and contemporary experience. While there are several characters here whose Native roots are noted, this is not really a book about the Native experience, the way that The Round House, LaRose, The Night Watchman, and others are.

Magical realism remains a sharp tool in Erdrich’s kit. Crystal listens to a late-night radio show that centers on strangeness, including angels. A caller wonders if her child is protected by a guardian angel, given the number of close calls they had had. One character is haunted by the ghost of a friend. The aroma of a used dress speaks to its new owner. One character has a presentiment about an imminent danger.

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Erdrich would like to see Brett Kelly as Hugo – from the Hoda & Jenna interview – image from Alchetron

There is a mystery here as well. what happened at “the party” and why is it such a hush-hush subject? Something terrible is hinted at. There are ripples emanating from this event that inform multiple character arcs.

There are a few literary references applied here. Madame Bovary is one. If you know the story, the echoes will boom at you. If not, it is no trick to pull up an abstract. Ditto for Anna Karenina. (see EXTRA STUFF for links)

As with any work of fiction it requires that we relate, at least somewhat, to at least some of the characters. Erdrich has a gift for writing characters that, whatever they may do, we can appreciate their motives, even if we may not agree with their choices. This is a major strength of the novel. She crafts rounded humans, ambitious, frightened, rational, irrational, loving, thoughtful, feckless, smart in wildly divergent ways, and, ultimately, satisfying. She does this while incorporating a payload of ecological concern, relationship insight, and an appreciation of history’s impact on lived experience, while adding a layer of magic to aid our understanding, and including a few laughs to smooth the way. Louise Erdrich is a national treasure, a reliable source of quality literary fiction, and an ongoing delight to read. The Mighty Red is indeed a mighty read.

Review posted – 12/13/24

Publication dates
———-Hardcover – 10/1/24
———-Trade paperback – 11/04/25

I received an ARE of The Mighty Red from Harper (through my Book Goddess dealer) in return for a fair review. Thanks, folks, dear.

This review is cross-posted on Goodreads. Stop by and say Hi!

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Interviews
—–*Barnes & Noble Book ClubLouise Erdrich discusses THE MIGHTY RED with Lexie Smyth and Jenna Seery – with Lexi Smyth and Jenna Seery – video 45:37 – This is the one you want to check out
—–Today with Hoda and Jenna – Author Louise Erdrich talks ‘The Mighty Red,’ takes fan questions
—–my link text
—–The Paris Review my link text
—–Book Page – Red is an earth tone by Alice Cary

Other Louise Erdrich novels I have reviewed
—–2021 – The Sentence
—–2020 – The Night Watchman
—–2017 – Future Home of the Living God
—–2016 – LaRose
—–2010 – Shadow Tag
—–2012 – The Round House
—–2008 – The Plague of Doves
—–2005 – The Painted Drum

Items of Interest
—–Project Gutenberg – Madame Bovary – full text
—–GetAbstract – of Madame Bovary
—–Project Gutenberg – Anna Karenina – full text
—–ReWire The West – Anna Karenina: Summary and Analysis
—–North Dakota State University – WHY IS THE RED RIVER OF THE NORTH SO VULNERABLE TO FLOODING?
—–MPR News – 20-month lockout over, sugar workers brace for return to work by Dan Gunderson

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Sacrificial Animals by Kailee Pedersen

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Swiftly and violently as a gunshot a scream pierces the sloped fields lying open and fallow behind the house. Sounding like a woman being murdered in the way he has seen it on television where her agony is drawn out over several breathless and voyeuristic minutes until he changes the channel. Yet he knows it is not a woman but some unnamable beast of the forest come to bewitch and maim. A mother despondent, in all her devastated keening—the fox whose children now reside in the stomachs of the hounds at Stag’s Crossing has finally returned.

The difference between wolves and foxes his father says is that wolves love to hunt and foxes love to play. A tantalizing trail of blood in the half-melted snow. Wolves only have enough foresight to kill and upon their killing they will feed ravenously and strip the bones. But foxes; they are quick-witted and brutal. When they hunt they do so with finesse stalking and pouncing then snapping the spine in their slender jaws.

What goes around comes around.

Life’s a bitch and then you die.

Carlyle Morrow is bitter widower, his third son, Christopher, buried on his land, along with his mother, who died in the attempt to birth him. Morrow is left on his thousand acres in the middle of Nebraska with two sons. Joshua is the golden boy, beautiful, attentive to Carlyle’s every wish, a loyal favorite lapdog. Nick is the second son, plain in appearance, tepid in his embrace of his father’s violent nature. He possesses a bit of his mother’s second sight, his orientation less than that of a purebred. They have both been made to endure a legacy of cruelty passed down from father to son over at least three generations. Carlyle forces him into an act, while hunting, that goes beyond wrongfulness, beyond sin, into the realm of abomination. Nick will live with the guilt the rest of his life, even though the responsibility was not all his. Now in their forties, Nick and Josh have been separated from their father for decades. (Nick still calls) But neither can refuse the summons to return home on news that their father is preparing to die.

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Kailee Pederson – image from her Twitter profile

We follow Nick as he recalls his life, his struggles with Joshua and Carlyle, mostly the latter. He always found his brother’s wife, Emilia, fascinating, alluring in the mode of a siren. Carlyle is cruel, requiring complete obedience. He expects his sons to love the raw violence that marks his life. He does not raise his boys so much as train them. He even wishes that they could be as faithful and bloodthirsty as his best friends.

If Carlyle could have had dogs for sons he would have been a happy man; but when has a Morrow man ever been happy?

The structure of the novel is a back and forth, with alternating chapters, Then and Now. We learn how the boys’ treatment (Nick’s mostly) brings them to become the men they are in their forties. One would think that with chapters labeled so, there would be a clear differentiation between the internal timelines of each chapter. But no, there are transgressions within, as “Now” chapters, as well as “Then” chapters include lookbacks. Seems not cricket to me, but no biggie. The personal history is clearly a roadmap to the boys’ doom, which is referenced many times, so will not come as a shock. Pederson keeps offering glimpses of the future, a bell being rung louder and louder with each recurrence. There is an unrelenting atmosphere of dread. Awful things will be happening, although we are not let in on the specifics. For example, an early omen.

No thousand acres, no grand inheritance can ever be enough to postpone their destinies. Nick will die as bitter as he came into the world. He knows this just as well at thirteen as he will in thirty years.

Carlyle’s cruelty and monstrous control pushed them both away, Nick to New York, and a career as a cruel literary reviewer, Josh to the other coast with his wife, Emilia, whom Carlyle would not even allow into the house because of her Asian descent.

Yet in only ten years his children will betray him in their own inimitable ways—Joshua marrying out, Nick exiling himself to a foreign land. And in their absence Stag’s Crossing will lie silent and fallow as the fields surrounding it. This place: no place for young men.

or old men, for that matter. This tale displays the violence of a Cormac McCarthy tale. It is not for anyone with an aversion to scenes of death, particularly the death of animals. It comes as no surprise that

Cormac McCarthy is an all-time favorite writer for me, perhaps my favorite of favorites, and his influence is very obvious here.. – from the JamReads interview

References to animals are legion, not in a happy way, for the most part. It is clear that the Morrows fit in well. A sample:

Would he kneel before his father’s magnificence and eat oats from his hand like a wayward steer?
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Now he and Joshua must return to Stag’s Crossing. Return to that grand two-story house where as children they were left alone for hours at a time savaging each other like wild dogs.
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Finally, she turned to him. Only the slightest tilt of her neck, elegant as a swan’s.
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Upon awakening she is languorous as a cat sunning itself in a windowsill.
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Joshua sees him lying down next to him perfectly still. Breathing through his nose softly like a newborn foal.

There are only a gazillion more of these.

Pederson is masterful with sustaining tension. The reminders of doom help, but there is much more going on here. The tragedy felt very Shakespearean. (Titus Andronicus maybe? King Lear with competing sons instead of daughters?) People make choices, and suffer the results. The language is rich and diverse, from terse Cormac-McCarthy-esque declaratives to languid poetical passages.

Pederson uses much of her background to inform her tale. She was adopted by a Nebraska family, is of Asian descent and uses her experience as a gay kid coming of age to inform her portrayal of Nick’s growing sexual awareness and exploits. She weaves a Chinese myth into the story, providing some early breadcrumbs to lay a foundation for the horror to come. It does.

Given that the characters are so damaged, and so damaging, it can be tough to work up a lot of sympathy for them, even Nick, who carries forward into his writing the cruelty he was bred to in Nebraska. Carlyle is pretty much a pure monster, and Joshua is given much less coverage that the rest of his family. Emilia is mysterious and alluring whenever we see her, which is mostly at the back end.

This is Kaileen Pederson’s first novel It is an impressive debut, a smartly literary horror story. We cannot get enough of these.

Much of the novel’s setting of Stag’s Crossing, the thousand-acre farm owned by the Morrow family, is directly based on my family’s farm in Nebraska. I always found the woods that surround our farm to be a very contemplative, mystical, and mysterious place. I knew I wanted to draw on my Chinese background for Sacrificial Animals, so I started to think about different aspects of Chinese mythology that could be a good fit for this setting. Without giving anything away, I will just say the natural world plays a huge role in the mythological elements of the novel, and foxes — as featured on the cover — are one of my favorite animals.

Review posted – 11/15/24

Publication date – 8/20/24

I received an ARE of Sacrificial Animals from St. Martin’s Press in return for a fair review. Thanks, folks, and thanks to NetGalley for facilitating.

This review is cross-posted on Goodreads. Stop by and say Hi!

=======================================EXTRA STUFF

Links to Pederson’s personal, Instagram, and Twitter pages

Profile – from Macmillan

Kailee Pedersen writes haunted, unsettling speculative fiction. She graduated with a B.A. in Classics from Columbia University, specializing in ancient Greek. Kailee was adopted from Nanning in 1996 and grew up in Nebraska, where her family owns a farm. Her writing on LGBTQ+ and Asian American themes was awarded an Artist Fellowship by the Nebraska Arts Council in 2015. When not scribbling down her next book, you can catch her singing opera, playing video games, or working as a software engineer in New York City. Sacrificial Animals is her first novel.

Interviews
—–B&N Reads – Poured Over: Kailee Pedersen on Sacrificial Animals By Jenna Seery / August 20, 2024 – audio
Sound quality is bad, Kailee is tough to understand.
—–JamReads – Some Thoughts with … Kailee Pedersen – by Jamedi

Items of Interest from the author
—–American Foreign Service Association – 2012 – Burmese Days: Democratization and the U.S. – Burma Relationship
—– KAILEE PEDERSEN: IN PRAISE OF THE DIFFICULT WOMEN OF EAST ASIAN LITERATURE

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Thorn Tree by Max Ludington

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At the base level it’s fear. It’s all about fear. People ask, ‘What are you afraid of?’ and that is not an answerable question. Any time I name a source for my fear I feel it as a deflection. I mean, sure, I can get close. You know, as in: I’m afraid of people because someone I trusted fucked with me when I was a child. I was traumatized, yes, and the fear probably began there, I guess. But I don’t really know because it seems, now, somehow elemental. It embodies some ancient, sleeping doom, and the only escape is self-destruction. You know? Like, if I become my own doom I’ve taken that power away from anything else. It’s preemptive. At least there’s agency in it.”
She felt the laughter spill out of her in a rush. Its piercing volume was at odds with the moment and the release it brought. Leo looked at her dumbfounded.
“Get the fuck out of my head, man,” Celia said.

He had merely done what men had been doing since the primeval birth of jealousy. Just a spoon of love from my forty-five, save you from another man. Howlin’ Wolf was just singing about what thousands had wished they could do, and probably had done, before there were cops and laws and all the rest of the arbitrary bullshit. And it had felt good, hadn’t it?

Daniel is 68, living a quiet life in a Hollywood Hills guest house when a visitor repeatedly appears. Dean is six years old and clearly in need of companionship. He lives with his grandfather, Jack, on the larger house on the property. Jack is not always particularly attentive. And Mom, Celia, is a rising young actress who is often away on prolonged shoots. Daniel is happy for the company.

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Max Ludington – image from Macmillan – shot by Jennifer Silverman

The novel braids the stories of Jack, Daniel and Celia, mostly Jack and Daniel. The story takes place in multiple times, today being 2017, and the backstory stepping up from 1968 to the seventies, to 1980, and 1988. Celia is not a part of the earlier events.

The sixties events cast a light on a turbulent time, touching on many of the aspects one might expect, young love, drug-dealing, acid trips, communes, San Francisco, wth a very dodgy cult among them. But despite the surface level, there is also consideration of the sort of existential, philosophical searching that was, for many, an important part of those times.

Young Daniel (1960s) makes a youthful mistake and suffers a grievous wrong, which follows him all his life. In the 1970s he finds solace in the desert, constructing a significant work of art, the Thorn Tree of the title. It gets him some notice, gives him a way to express what is inside him, and leads to some stability in his life.

Celia did an image search for the sculpture, and there it was, standing next to the modern art museum, taller than the building itself. It was huge, with thick, meandering branches and bristling snakelike twigs. Most of the branches, while not attempting verisimilitude, were formed with inherently natural shapes and gnarled twists, but here and there some were deliberately hewn into shapes that could never have occurred in nature: curving double on themselves and then back again to form tight willowy S-shapes, or turning straight downward at acute angles for a foot or two before continuing up and outward, as if infused genetically with lightning.

Jack is a very different sort. A predator, a sociopath or something like it, Jack wants what he wants and is not much concerned about who he damages to get it. He is routinely unkind, and worse, but he is also a seeker of truth, becoming connected with a cult and seriously mulling the writings on which the cult bases its outlook, even if the tenets of that group serve to bolster his own self-justification.

Daniel and Jack are linked through these years, the source of that link being one of the mysteries of the book. Jack is definitely a dark force. Daniel exists on a brighter side, despite having made some bad choices. He is a character who grows. But while Jack grows in a way, his widened view of reality is ultimately redirected to his narcissism. Not much is really done with Celia.

There is some lyrical writing which gives the story texture, depth to the two main characters, which makes it engaging, and a look at the times, both 60s and 70s, which gives it some substance. In addition it considers repercussions throughout one’s lives of actions taken in our youth.

Daniel stood for a moment at the threshold of the branches and looked up. The wind was made louder here in contact with the tree. The gravel path went around the south side, and he followed it to where it ended at an overlook. There was a plaque on a post, but he didn’t read it. Instead of standing at the overlook and staring out to sea, as the landscape designer had intended, he turned and went in under the branches, and immediately the world of the tree took over. He was surprised—he’d thought his memory of it was hopelessly colored by LSD and shock and time, that he had probably falsely mythologized every aspect of it and it would be just a place, with soil and roots and air but not the indwelling spirit he’d imbued it with in his mind. But it was as it had been—the wind quieting and the light clarifying, damping the sun into deep greenness—inhabited by a sense of protection and safety unchanged by the years of foot traffic and human attention.

There are many more of this sort. The voice is omniscient narrator, which presents way too many opportunities to tell rather than show. But I doubt this will bother most readers. Some characters come and go, seeming to be throw-aways. It is one of the things that make the book feel over-long. I kept hoping that some of these might be given a deeper look, with Jack getting less.

The alternating timelines, a fairly typical literary device, made sense to me. The Grateful Dead offer a link between now and then. There seemed some interest in other literary devices. For example, a boy appears to have a magical relationship with birds, but the image drops after partial usage.

Thorn Tree is an interesting read, offering some substance, interesting characters, and a strong core mystery. But for a book that is not overlong, at about four hundred pages, it felt like a much longer read because of the excess attention paid to Jack, and some tangential tales. The descriptive writing (I am a sucker for that) gives one a reason to push through, however prickly the passage.

Review posted – 11/01/24

Publication date – 4/15/24

I received an ARE of Thorn Tree from St. Martin’s Press in return for a fair review. Thanks, folks, and thanks to NetGalley for facilitating.

This review is cross-posted on Goodreads. Stop by and say Hi!

=======================================EXTRA STUFF

Links to Ludington’s personal, Goodreads, and Twitter pages

Profile – from Macmillan

MAX LUDINGTON’s first novel, Tiger in a Trance, was a New York Times Notable book, and his fiction has appeared in Tin House, Meridian, HOW Journal, Outerbridge, and On the Rocks: the KGB Bar Fiction Reader. He lives in Brooklyn, New York and teaches in the writing department at Pratt Institute.

Interview
—–The Palisades Newsletter – Max Ludington Reflects on His Second Novel, THORN TREE

Song
—–The Doors – Five To One
—–The Grateful Dead – The Very Best of the Grateful Dead

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