I kind of can’t believe it took me two weeks to write up this book. (Actually I can, I’ve been very busy and sick…but ya know…whatever.) Basically the whole universe went bonkers over Marlon James’s new fantasy epic as it was coming out and I was excited to get in on the ground floor for a change rather than being a decade or so late.
The book is good. It’s also literature in a way that I haven’t read in a while, and I had to rush through it because it was due back to the library, so I think I’m going to have to go back to it eventually, because I think I missed a lot, as I tried to work my through the almost poetry like writing of the book, it’s non linear structure, and unfamiliar mythology, and tried to read as quickly as possible.
So, with all of that disclaimed, I will say, this is a remarkable and beautiful book. Queer AF, African with no clean in for white people, violent, stirring, and deep. It’s a book that if I’d read it earlier than the past few years, I would have been terrified of, intimidated and alienated by. But now, I was at least able to parse it. Not bad for my smart but lazy, white girl ass.
Up next is The Killing Moon by N.K. Jemmison, and if there was ever proof that I needed a break from fantasy, it’s that it’s taken me three weeks to read this book.