Millie just got out of jail, which makes her unemployable. She's young, pretty, homeless, and desperate. So she's delighted when she gets hired as a housemaid for a wealthy family. Needless to say, the family turns out to be very weird and possibly very sinister...

Love the cover and blurb, but they're misleading. The story isn't about Millie learning the secrets of a wealthy family by spying on them, whether though a keyhole or because they don't pay attention to her. She does learn their secrets, but she's in the middle of the action and very much noticed at all times.

This book is widely scorned and also accused of plagiarism. I looked up the book it supposedly plagiarized, and while there are some significant similarities, there's other books that also contain similar scenes and plot points. I could be wrong because I didn't read the one it supposedly plagiarized, but it seems at least as likely that books in the same genre may have a lot in common. It's also a bestseller, not just in general but specifically at my bookshop, which is why I read it.

I can see why it's a bestseller. It's extremely entertaining. I could not put it down. Millie deals with a possibly evil child, a hostile lunatic of a wife, a sexy but probably sinister husband, a sexy but suspicious Italian gardener, and a completely batshit plot that combines gothic with domestic thriller. The twists weren't totally shocking but they were fun, and the ending was very satisfying. I get why people like it. I liked it.

Content notes: Domestic abuse, gaslighting, violence.
Sixteen years ago, Rachel Price vanished without a trace. Her car was found, empty except for her two-year-old daughter Annabel, who was too young to say what happened. Her husband Charlie was arrested and tried for her murder, but acquitted. He's been living a quiet life raising Annabel (now Bel) ever since. But his father has dementia, so he sold the rights to his story (and by proxy Rachel's) to a ragtag true crime documentary crew.

As you know from the title, partway into filming, Rachel Price returns. This ought to answer all questions and be a happily ever after, right? But her family reunion is awkward to say the least. Her story doesn't quite add up. Was the timing of her return really a coincidence? Her prickly daughter Bel is suspicious and begins investigating...

This book is a ride and a half. It has something like eleven shocking twists, all of which basically make sense and create a coherent whole. At exactly the fifty percent mark, something big happens, and then it's all !!!!! from there on. This would be a very fun book to read with a friend .

Bel is a great narrator - angry, driven, sometimes mean, but very plausibly a teenager who's spent her whole life with the shadow of the mother she's never known hanging over her. There's some nice commentary on true crime.

I read this in a single gulp and look forward to reading more batshit thrillers from Jackson, who also wrote The Good Girl's Guide to Murder.

If you've read it, feel free to put spoilers in the comments. If you haven't read it, don't read the comments till you do.

Content notes: Domestic abuse, gaslighting, violence, dementia. They're treated seriously but the tone is "thriller," not "brutal realism."



Down the airy mountain
Up the rushy glen
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men.


The plot of this book is hard to describe, period, and even harder when trying to avoid spoilers. But basically, Sir Marcus Levin (Jewish; concentration camp survivor; Nobel prize winner in medicine) and his wife Lady Tania Levin (Russian; former bodyguard, yes really) move to a little cabin in Wales formerly occupied by a mysteriously tortured to death judge with an obsession about local folklore, while Marcus is investigating shellfish poisoning and Tania is recovering from a miscarriage caused by a mysterious car accident; while they're there, they additionally get involved in a mysterious case involving airplanes and strange noises. Also there are Nazis. This sounds like I've given away everything, but trust me, I haven't even come close.

I am pleased to report that this book by John Blackburn is exactly as batshit as A Scent of New-Mown Hay, if less spooky and somewhat less startling given that I already read one book by him and so was somewhat prepared for the otherwise unexpected Nazis. (As villains, I hasten to add.)

Blackburn reminds me a bit of Tim Powers, not in style or tone but in the construction of novels by assembling wildly disparate elements and then fitting them together like puzzle pieces to create a unified plot. A Scent of New-Mown Hay felt like horror and this feels like a thriller, but both are clearly coming from the same sensibility. Marcus and Tania, with their impressive and unlikely backgrounds, feel like recurring characters. I was unsurprised to see that they turn up in at least one other book.

Regarding Marcus's Jewishness, there's some of-the-period language and mild stereotyping, but he's the protagonist and quite likable, which is not how you expect to find a Jewish character in a book of this period by a non-Jewish author. Tania, likewise, is active and heroic. There is a character who's developmentally disabled or something and is not the greatest portrayal, but overall this book would be about five thousand times more offensive if written by say Agatha Christie.

I quite enjoyed this and look forward to reading more by Blackburn. Like many of his books, it has been reprinted and is available in ebook and paper form.


A new collection of shorter works: 7 short stories and 5 novellas. The shorts range from meh to good. All five novellas are terrific; if you like King's work at that length, get this collection. For me, it would have been worth it for "Rattlesnakes" alone.

Like Different Seasons, which contained "The Body" and "Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption," the genres of the novellas are varied. "Rattlesnakes" and "The Dreamers" are horror, "The Answer Man" is fantasy, and "Two Talented Bastids" and "Danny Coughlin's Bad Dream" are cross-genre and/or hard to categorize. Despite the title, this anthology isn't actually all that dark as far as King goes, and several stories are outright uplifting.

There's a strong theme of aging and mortality running through the volume as a whole. King is in his seventies and he's clearly thinking about that. One of the novellas, "The Answer Man," has a pretty extraordinary backstory relevant to that, which I'll get into when I discuss it.

I'll take the shorts first as I have less to say about them.

"The Fifth Step" is a horror short about a guy who gets buttonholed by a stranger doing the "Make Amends" AA step. It's fine but predictable.

"Willie the Weirdo" is another horror short, about a creepy kid and his creepy dying grandfather. The story isn't original but it's done well; very atmospheric. I enjoyed it.

"Finn." An Irish kid with bad luck has an unlucky encounter with gangsters. What the hell was this story even. Why Ireland? Why did it have the ending it had? A clunker.

"On Slide Inn Road" is a crime story inspired by Flannery O'Connor's "A Good Man is Hard to Find." Good climax, otherwise... fine.

"Red Screen" is a horror short about a cop who arrests a guy who claims he killed his wife because of an invasion of the bodysnatchers situation; the cop starts wondering about his own wife. This story was ruined by its ending, which should have left the situation ambiguous.

"The Turbulence Expert" is Twilight Zone style fantasy about a man with a very unusual job that involves being a passenger on airplanes. It has some dark elements but overall it made me smile.

"Laurie" is a story about a grieving widower who gets a dog. It's really sweet and heartwarming, but because it's Stephen King there's also an alligator attack. (The dog is fine.)

On to the novellas!

"Two Talented Bastids" is a really interesting story in the context of King's career and preoccupations. It's about two friends who were ordinary guys, one (Laird) who wanted to write and one (Butch) who painted a bit, who suddenly achieved meteoric success as a writer and a painter in middle age. The story is told from the point of view of Laird's son Mark, now a middle-aged man, who finally learns how that came about. The story involves some well-worn tropes but with new spins on them, and goes to some pretty dark places with zero violence or even malice.

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"Danny Coughlin's Bad Dream" is about a janitor who dreams of a woman's buried body, goes to look and finds it, calls the police, and learns the truth of the saying "No good deed goes unpunished" when an unhinged cop decides Danny killed her and Danny must pay. This is an extremely anxiety-inducing story which starts with a literal nightmare and turns into a living nightmare of persecution and injustice and bad things happening to people who don't deserve it. I could have done with slightly less of Jobert's counting mania, but it's a very effective, tense story.

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"Rattlesnakes" is my favorite story in the book, and it has some strong competition. It's a sequel to Cujo, of all unexpected things. Vic, now an old man, goes to stay in friend's cabin in Florida, and meets an old woman who is also still mourning her twin sons who died many years ago. Creepiness ensues. This story is a banger - genuinely scary, with unexpected twists, solid character work, tons of tension, very moving, and also a really good sequel. Donna does not appear on-page, but we hear a lot about her and we learn what happened to her and Vic in the aftermath of Cujo. It was deeply satisfying for me to find out that, not really unexpectedly, Stephen King loves Donna and thinks she's a hero.

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"The Dreamers" is a terrifying novella about a Vietnam vet who gets a job assisting a mad scientist researching dreams. It reminded me of Revival, with the blend of low-tech weird science and cosmic horror, but they blended better in this. Also I'm much more scared of dreams and the way they're treated here than I am of (Revival spoiler; rot13) tvnag nagf. When I was a child and read Voyage of the Dawn Treader, I initially didn't understand why everyone wasn't immediately terrified of the island where dreams come true: I'd never heard the phrase used to mean "wishes coming true," and my mind instantly went to the worst nightmare I'd ever had. But "The Dreamers" isn't about nightmares, exactly. It's about something worse.

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"The Answer Man" is about Phil, an ordinary man who gets three chances to get answers from the Answer Man over the course of his lifetime. The scenes with the Answer Man are really fun and Twilight Zone-esque ("Tempus is fugitting.") The answers aren't exactly helpful, but they're not monkey's paws either. It's not clear whether Phil's life would have been the same if he'd never had those encounters, but they do change his perspective in some ways. Some of his life is tragic, some is wonderful, some is just a life. It's a beautiful, mature, haunting story.

Stephen King wrote the first part of the story, when Phil is a young man, when he was thirty. He then set it aside and forgot about it for FORTY YEARS, until someone else found it and suggested that he finish it. So he wrote the final section, where Phil is old, when he was old himself. It feels very personal.
This 1955 crime novel has a very strong start, vividly depicting the plight of Addie, an elderly widow fallen upon hard times. She moves to New York from Georgia to live with her son and his wife, and discovers to her dismay that they clearly don't want her around. One day, while wandering disconsolately in a park, she meets her neighbor Kate, also an elderly widow living with her daughter and his husband, who also don't want her around. Kate is a Hungarian immigrant, but despite surface differences the women hit it off.

Unfortunately, the actual story becomes a much more conventional crime drama when Kate's son-in-law is murdered; less about the widows' friendship, and more about the not-that-interesting twists and turns of the case. Though I did love one particular element.

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My habit of picking up completely random out of print books I never heard of from garage sales often pays off, one way or another. After a strong start, Widow's Plight ends up only okay. But it introduced me to the existence of the amazing Ruth Fenisong, Jewish lesbian leftist PUPPET PLAYWRIGHT and mystery writer.

It's unclear where Ruth went to school or what sort of employment she had in her twenties, but when during the Depression the American national government's Works Progress Administration launched the Federal Theater Project, Ruth was one of some 350 people in the project who worked with marionettes in children's puppet theater.

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Certainly some of Ruth's plays suggest a left-liberal slant, however, like The Children of Salem, about two Puritan children who nearly provoke the killing of a purported witch (the play was billed as a "strong indictment of superstition"), and The Boiled Eggs, which has been recently reprinted.

The latter play is a mordant satire in which a ruthlessly scheming restaurant owner (Landlord) and his equally atrocious Wife. attempting to fleece a simple Farmer of $2000 for a meal of a dozen boiled (and very rotten) eggs, have the tables deftly turned on them by a wily Lawyer and a goodhearted Waiter. By the end of the play the waiter has joined a union and is picketing the Landlord's restaurant, which in a literal burst of poetic justice is destroyed when the remaining rotten eggs explode.
Eleven-year-old Rob loves sitting in the cherry tree in his front yard, where he can spit cherry pits at the bedroom window belonging to Mrs. Calloway, the world's worst neighbor, and avoid the madhouse his home has become in the runup to his older sister's wedding. Then he sees a pair of hands shove Mrs. Calloway out the window to her death! But when he tries to tell people, nobody listens or believes him. Except the murderer...

Roberts' first book is basically Rear Window for pre-teens. I read this when I was kid and remember finding it very suspenseful. It still is once it gets going. The beginning/middle is a nicely written and amusing but fairly standard middle-grade comedy/mystery, with some implausibilities in terms of how impossible it is to get anyone to even let Rob finish a sentence when they know he saw Mrs. Calloway fall to her (rather gruesome) death. But once the murderer gets serious about getting rid of Rob, it becomes a cracking thriller that had me staying up late to finish it.

Content notes: One use of the r-word, the murder is unexpectedly disturbing/graphic for a middle-grade thriller, cats are injured/in danger (but they recover and are fine), a whole lot of spiders.

The Kindle version with the awful cover has been censored. The original book had the cat named S.O.B. This version names it Sonny, and cuts the explanation for the cat's name. S.O.B. is a major character, so it wouldn't surprise me if other elements of the book were altered too. Buy a used copy of the original book instead.



I checked this out because I loved Roberts' The Girl with the Silver Eyes, which was one of her two SFF books. (The other is The Magic Book, which I have not read.) She was mostly a writer of children's thrillers, most famously The View From the Cherry Tree.

Megan and her younger brother Sandy have moved around a lot, as their single mom, a widow from before Megan can remember, often changes jobs. One day she abruptly uproots them in the middle of school and rushes them to her father's cabin by a lake. She refuses to explain anything and leaves them with him, saying she has something she needs to do and he's not to explain anything to them either. There's a cozy interval while Megan and Sandy explore an island in the lake, but Megan is understandably very worried and frustrated. Especially when their grandfather has to go to the hospital, leaving them alone, and strange men appear looking for them...

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It's... fine. Roberts has a nice easy-reading style. But I felt like it could have gone farther in both coziness and thrills, and the ending was pretty anticlimactic.

Holly Gibney, a 50-something private eye with anxiety and a passion for movies, takes on a missing person case that's bigger than it initially seems.

Previous books explain how Holly became a detective in middle age and detail some past cases. You don't need to read the others to read this one - you can pick up what you need to know in this book - but ideally you should have read Mr. Mercedes, The Outsider, and If It Bleeds.

Holly is set in the summer of 2021, such a specific time period that it makes the book feel like a well-observed period piece, complete with people bumping elbows and telling each other which Covid vaccine they got. When it begins, her business partner is out with Covid and Holly, who's germ-phobic and whose mother just died of Covid, doesn't plan to take on any cases. But then a woman calls, frantic. Her adult daughter Bonnie has been missing for weeks, and the police seem to have given up...

We, the readers, already know more-or-less what happened to her. A prologue showed a pair of unlikely serial killers - an elderly professor couple from the local college - kidnapping a different victim years ago. Periodically we flash back to them taking other victims. While we know who took Bonnie, we don't know whether she's still alive, or exactly why an elderly couple have been kidnapping and murdering an apparently random selection of people.

In the prologue we also got a snippet of what I initially believed to be one of King's excellently sketched cameo characters, an elderly poet who's a professor at the same university. The poet, Olivia, turns out to be a very important character in a major subplot that is connected to the main story, but is primarily about her mentorship of Barbara, a young poet who's a friend of Holly's. (If you've read the other books, Barbara is Jerome's younger sister; Jerome has some excellent scenes in this book too.) King doesn't often write about female writers, so this storyline, which is about 80% unrelated to serial killers, was an unexpected delight. It's a very moving portrayal of the growth of a young writer under an older writer's mentorship, and the passing of the torch.

Holly's story is a straightforward gumshoe narrative, made extra nervewracking by our knowledge that the people she's tracking down are right in front of her nose, and also by the presence of Covid and some family drama involving her mother's death. I love Holly and King clearly does too; she's got very believable struggles with mental health and childhood trauma and generally being a misfit, but she's kind and brave and she never gives up.

I was initially reluctant to read this because of the setting, but it works surprisingly well. The omnipresence of Covid and people talking about Covid and conspiracies and politics functions both as an obstacle for Holly and a reflection of the major theme, which is aging and mortality and changing times, and how we deal with them.

The poet Olivia is 99 years old, while Barbara is 19. They both know they have very little time to learn and teach and enjoy each other's company, and they make the most of it, knowing all the while that the more they get from the relationship, the more it will hurt when it ends. Holly is facing personal fears of inadequacy and social anxiety plus the fear of death from Covid every time she interacts with anyone, and soon the fear of death by serial killer is thrown into the mix; she takes precautions but doggedly keeps pursuing her case.

The other big theme is mothers and daughters. Holly is dealing with her relationship to her dead mother, who is still fucking with her from beyond the grave. (Since this is King, I should explain that I don't mean as a ghost, I mean psychological baggage plus some unpleasant revelations via her will.) Bonnie Dahl and her mother had a big fight right before Bonnie was kidnapped, Holly spends a lot of time unraveling their relationship in retrospect while trying to figure out if Bonnie might have actually run away, and her mother's anguish both kicks off the plot and remains a force throughout the book. Barbara has a good relationship with her actual mother, but her mentorship with Olivia has aspects of mother-daughter/grandmother-daughter. Even one of the earlier victims has a subplot involving a surrogate mother-daughter relationship she had with a neighbor as her birth family was a disaster.

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This is a very polarizing book, but I loved it. The characters are great, it's often very moving, and it's got a banger of a climax and a perfect final line.

A woman wakes up alone on a boat floating off the shore of Canada. She can't remember anything, not even her own name. She has ID for an identity she doesn't recognize. Her only clue is this note:

There are pills in the drawer for the headaches.

You want answers, but this has been done to keep you from them.

This is the only way out alive.

Start over.

Don't make yourself known.

Don't look back.


The woman, who ends up calling herself Ess, takes the warning seriously but can't resist trying to figure out who she is, what happened to her, and why.

It's 2037 and climate change has made things even worse than now, without any governments willing to do much about it. Climate refugees are turned away or put in camps, and there's a hunt on for lone amnesiacs found floating in boats, who are suspected of being climate refugees and jailed. So Ess has another reason to keep her amnesia hidden. But she can't resist trying to connect with other human beings; when she's alone, she feels her lack of identity even more acutely.

This is a low-key ambitious book which has the form of a thriller but the pacing and mood of literary fiction. It held my interest and pulls off some technically difficult elements, but I ultimately found it more admirable than enjoyable. For me it had a feeling of distance that prevented me from getting very emotionally engaged or thrilled. But that's very subjective. It got very good reviews.

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Author's impressive bio: She holds degrees in aerospace engineering and urban design and currently works as a municipal sustainability specialist in Vancouver, BC focused on climate policy.

This is a fascinating cross-genre book. I read it knowing very little about it, not even the premise. This was a very fun way to read it, if I can call a book this tense and stressful fun, as it has a number of startling turns.

If you'd potentially like to have that experience, I will say that Good Neighbors has aspects of domestic suspense, literary fiction, science fiction, epistolatory fiction, and horror. It involves rot and feuding under the surface of the suburban lifestyle, and is set in a very near future in which climate change is even worse than it is now but lifestyles continue in a pretty similar manner. I would classify it primarily as mainstream literature, but that mostly has to do with an indefinable feel.

The book that comes to mind as being in the same genre is Rumaan Alam's Leave This World Behind. However, Langan's likable characters were much, much more likable than his, and her style was much more enjoyable to read than his. (His book is very good, but not enjoyable per se.)

The other thing you probably want to know before diving in is that Good Neighbors involves both actual child abuse and false allegations of child abuse.

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Good Neighbors is not a cheerful book and has a lot of tragedy, but it also has a surprisingly hopeful angle, which is the teenager and child characters. Some terrible things happen to some of them, and some of them do some bad things, but overall, the kids are all right. In fact, a number of them are extremely heroic. It doesn't really fix things, but given the general moral awfulness of many of the adult characters, their children leave you feeling hopeful. These are the people who will be inheriting the earth. It's a very damaged earth, but despite enormous pressure, they're already making better choices.

Content notes: dead dog, dead animals, child abuse, child death, violence, scapegoating.

[personal profile] sholio read a completely insane domestic thriller (that's the genre of Colleen Hoover's completely insane novel Verity), so I decided to check out a different book by the same author and see if it was equally bonkers.

For the first half, it was disappointingly tame. And then the WTF began!

This is the blurb:

My name is Amber Reynolds. There are three things you should know about me:
1. I’m in a coma.
2. My husband doesn’t love me anymore.
3. Sometimes I lie.


Given that, I went in assuming that everything was a lie and it would be something like Justine Larbalestier's Liar, in which by the end of the book I had no idea whether or not the protagonist was a werewolf, a murderer, pregnant, had some kind of genetic disease, had had sex with someone who was murderered, was in jail, or was in a mental hospital. I was also not sure whether any of the major events in the book actually happened. That was a very frustrating experience.

Sometimes I Lie is not like that. The narrator is wildly unreliable, but by the end of the book you do know what happened in the book.

It had three time tracks. In the present, the narrator, Amber Reynolds is in a coma in a hospital after a car crash. She can hear but not see or communicate. In the weeks leading up to the accident, we get a look at her life. The third track is a childhood diary from age ten.

This book is nuts. The first half is setup for the second half, which is a cascade of increasingly WTF twists. It's nonsensical but I can't say it's not entertaining, though I really could have done without the graphic rape.

A lot of the book consists of something happening, then for the narrator to reveal that it didn't really happen. Almost all of the twists were things that the narrator knew upfront, but didn't tell the reader or lied to the reader about. There's a handwavey suggestion that the narrator lies to herself, but basically it's the author being misleading rather than anything justified by the plot.

I have copied below my emailed liveblogging of the book. Contains spoilers for the entire book, all the way down to the completely insane final page.

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Content notes: Multiple rapes including an explicit on-page rape of a comatose woman. Stalking. Bullying. Abusive parents. Murder. Miscarriage. Fakeout implying that babies burn to death (they're fine actually.) Dead goldfish. (But the dog doesn't die.)

So a little while back I read this absolutely batshit contemporary mashup of Jane Eyre and Rebecca called Verity, by ginormous bestseller Colleen Hoover. Do not click on this or any links unless you're OK with spoilers for it.

Then [personal profile] cahn read Verity.

Then [personal profile] snacky also read Verity.

And then! [personal profile] snacky made an amazing discovery! COLLEEN HOOVER WROTE A NEW EPILOGUE FOR VERITY. It's posted on Reddit, in two parts, and the three of you who have read Verity or the many of you who just read the spoilers need to read it immediately and discuss in comments to this post.

Absolutely no need for rot13 or other forms of spoiler protection in the comments! Don't read the comments unless you want to be spoiled for the new epilogue!

New epilogue, Part I

New epilogue, Part II
I loved this book so much that it was difficult to review. It was one of my favorites of all the books I read for Bouchercon. (My other favorites were Razorblade Tears and Blacktop Wasteland by S. A. Cosby and Winter Counts by David Heska Wambli Weiden.)

I would never have read this book if it hadn't been for Bouchercon, as the blurb did not make it sound like something I'd enjoy. It's about the only Black woman working in a low-level publishing job when another Black woman joins the company, and the blurb was all about office politics, social satire, and racism. I really don't like stories about office politics, social satire is extremely hit-or-miss for me, and I'm a hard sell on stories about women fighting each other for scraps.

The Other Black Girl may be the only book I've ever enjoyed that's largely about office politics. However, Harris worked in a publishing house for years, and that happens to be a business I'm familiar with, so the specifics of the office and its politics were dead-on. There's a major plotline about an acclaimed white writer whose very important American novel about the opioid crisis includes a Black addict named Shartricia which is at once darkly hilarious and infuriating.

But it's about so much more than office politics. This book is a wild ride. It uses multiple timelines and POVs to achieve gasp-worthy moments that reminded me of Catriona Ward's The Girl From Rawblood. The structure alone is incredibly skillful and fun to read.

It also achieves the thing I wanted and missed in The Collective, which is a real exploration of moral dilemmas involved in doing something revolutionary. Most books dodge that by picking someone as a villain who doesn't even believe in the goals, and dumping all the bad actions on them. The Other Black Girl doesn't do that. There's villains, but not that sort, and there's people making actual morally ambiguous choices.

Looking at the blurb now, I see that either I missed the headline or they added a new one which gives you a better idea of where it's going. It was a lot of fun for me to go in completely cold, but given that most of you are probably also not into office politics...

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The Other Black Girl is a very original, cross-genre, hard to categorize book with elements of suspense, literary fiction, horror, satire, social commentary, and SFF. It's emotional and funny and very thought-provoking. The central metaphor really worked for me.

The book goes full meta on its readers in a scene where two Black women are talking about hair in an elevator with a white woman. One of the Black women imagines the white woman googling hair terms like "kitchen" and "4C." I felt called out as the white woman watching, I laughed, I googled. (I did know that 4C was a curl type, but not which one; I did not know "kitchen" in hair terms.)

Though this wasn't a book that was written for me, and I'm sure there was lots that went over my head completely, it was a book that got to me on a very personal level. Sometimes you love something in a way that goes beyond how objectively good something is, and I felt this way about The Other Black Girl, though it is in fact objectively good. I'm not Black and my experience of being the only woman in the room or the only Jew in the room is very different from that of being the only Black woman in the room. But this book really spoke to me, both in terms of what it was about and how it was written.

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I was legit shocked that this didn't win the Anthony for best first novel, as it was far and away the best on that ballot and I'd have agonized if I'd had to pick between it and Razorblade Tears, which won best novel. The actual winner for best first novel was Arsenic and Adobo, which was an above-average cozy in a fun setting, and which I enjoyed but come on.

Black writers writing about racism were very well-represented on both the ballot and in winners overall, so I don't think that was the issue. Maybe some voters thought it was too weird, some thought it wasn't really a mystery or suspense novel (fair), and some really wanted to reward something light and fun. But come on.

ETA: I checked the reviews on Amazon and I get it now. This was a really polarizing book, and a lot of people hated the central conceit. They are objectively wrong. But yeah, I think "too weird" was the key issue.

Content notes: Depictions of the subtler kinds of racism throughout. A lot of uncomfortably relatable moments of workplace humiliation, tension, micro-aggressions, gaslighting, etc.

Spoilers for the entire book are fine in comments! You don't need to use rot.13. If you don't want to be spoiled, don't read the comments.

Camille, a furious grieving mother whose teenage daughter was raped and left to die by a golden boy college student, gets in touch with a group of mothers whose children were killed by people who suffered no consequences, and have a method for bringing down those consequences themselves.

The public group, Niobe, gives way to a darkweb group where the leader, 0001, sends Camille on gradually escalating tasks. Camille initially tells herself that it's a role-playing game that makes them all feel better, with no real world consequences; if she ever really believed that, which is doubtful, she quickly learns that it's a very elaborate version of Strangers on a Train: "You do my murder, and I'll do yours."

This book is an interesting balance of the classic and the extremely current; it's the opposite of the kind of "middle-aged writer discovers TikTok" that internet-heavy books can easily become, and instead is very sharp about internet forums, relationships with people whose real names you don't know, going viral, how support groups can be both life-saving and an unhealthy kind of marinating in other people's pain, and, offline as well as on, moral dilemmas, grief, injustice, and rage.

Despite the heavy subject matter, it's a very fast, compelling read. The plot is clever, if implausible, up until the last couple twists which tip into ridiculous.

This sort of revenge story usually ends up finger-wagging about how revenge is bad really, which is annoying because everyone who reads it wants to enjoy the wish-fulfillment of killing rapists, racists, and murderers who the law refuses to touch.

The main failure mode of "revenge/vigilantism is bad really" is the shocking reveal that the people in charge of the revenge are pure evil - they say they're just trying to save the environment/take out rapists, but really they're doing it all for personal profit, don't care if an entire preschool is collateral damage, and so forth. I always feel like this is a cheap and easy way out that allows the writer to avoid tackling deeper moral dilemmas, and is annoying for the reader who gets told their enjoyment of reading revenge is bad actually.

The Collective has a good long stretch of avoiding that in favor of a more thoughtful examination of the actual pitfalls of this type of revenge scheme, like the difficulty of knowing exactly how justified you really are, the necessity of trusting people who may not be trustworthy, and the impossibility of building a vigilante network without having to kill innocents to protect the network as a whole.

It also, more interestingly, digs into some real-life moral problems. If it's okay for the mother of a victim to do wrong in the effort to avenge her child, is it okay for the mother of a killer to do wrong in the effort to protect her child? Is it worth pursuing legal methods of stopping harmful people in a corrupt system that still sometimes does the right thing? How do you wrap your head around a person who does both genuine good deeds and genuine bad ones?

And then it drops all that in favor of piling on a stack of goofy, unnecessary, last-minute SHOCK TWISTS!

Ending spoilers )

The Collective is an Anthony Award nominee for best novel. Despite its flaws, its ambition puts it head and shoulders above the other one I've read so far, Tracy Clark's enjoyable but average PI novel Runner.

"Maybe Rale and Swimp were sent by Mog."

This pulp thriller was recced by [personal profile] scioscribe for leaning into its crackerjack premise: Jane, a librarian, finds an envelope with her name on it, an enigmatic note signed "Master of Games" with a literary clue, and a $50 bill. When she follows the clue to the book it references, she finds another note from MOG with another clue, and a $100 bill. As the money gets bigger, the tasks MOG sets for her get harder, riskier, and darker.

This is a great thriller premise and it delivers what it promises. Jane gets lured into escalating weirdness, danger, and decadence, and discovers that she gets a kick out of it. It's all batshit and implausible, but in a fun and entertaining way. The conclusion doesn't tie up all the loose ends, but is generally satisfying.

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The other notable thing about this book is that it is one of the most "she breasted boobily down the stairs" books I've ever read. Early on, Jane puts a switchblade in her pocket, which is of course located under her breast; when she nearly collides with a hot male stranger, the switchblade pops open, ripping through her blouse and almost stabbing her in the breast. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, but in this case the switchblade is definitely not just a switchblade.

I read the book while [personal profile] scioscribe was vacationing with me, and began reading her all the lines containing boob references, but eventually had to stop because there were just so many. (Using Kindle search, there are 3 uses of "tits," 3 uses of "bra," 4 uses of "boobs," 11 uses of "nipple," and 50 of "breasts.") Here is a very small sample.

He's talking about my boob!

She was very glad she had decided to wear a bra. She disliked the things, and avoided them when she could. But making a midnight trip to a bar in a sleazy section of town required one. So did her tight shirt, which would've shown every jiggle.

It whipped up against her nipple.

She quit fingering her breast and reached deeper into the pocket.

Another column thrust against her left breast as she squeezed by.

Brace had definitely seen a lot of her breast - and he was well aware that she wore nothing at all underneath the blouse.

The spider scampered downward onto her left breast.
(No, I don't know why the left gets all the action. Poor right breast, it must feel left out.

She could see nothing of her breast.

Her breast was caught naked in Brace's beacon. The light jumped away from it. And came to a stop, as if by accident, aiming down at an angle between her parted legs.


I had a lot of fun reading this book. The booby breasting was so hilariously pervasive that it became almost charming, and apart from that Jane is pleasingly and even plausibly badass.

She scraped off the spider as if she was shaving the top of her breast with a straight razor.

Only $1.14 on Kindle!

Content notes: violence, rape, dog death, a particularly gross vomit scene that I hurriedly skipped, Jane wants to lose some weight, and of course there's the tittie fixation.

After her husband's suicide (or was it???), single mom Vanessa Castro gets a new job as deputy chief of police in a small town completely dominated by an amusement park, Wonderland. The night before her first day at work, 1) she has a random one-night stand with a guy who turns out to be in Wonderland management, which causes complications when 2) a mutilated corpse appears beneath the Ferris wheel, 3) a Wonderland employee vanishes after posting a photo of himself free-climbing the Ferris wheel. Happy first day on the job!

I found this book via a "female horror authors of color" book list, but it's actually a basic detective suspense novel, not horror. I think I'd have been more into it if the horror aspects had been played up. Or maybe not.

The best part of the book is the incongruously cheery Wonderland employee memos. Otherwise, it's trashy and batshit, but not quite batshit enough to be really memorable. Also, waaaaay too much random abusive/predatory/ill-advised sex for my taste. I could have done without the only gay characters being child abusers or the messed-up adult victims of child abusers.

Spoilers, sort of. The ending was not very clear. )

In the world of this book, slasher movie franchises are based on actual, real-world incidents. The sole female survivors of bizarre mass murders get movies made about them, and attend a special "final girls" support group. Hendrix uses very thinly veiled versions of our-world slasher franchises, so Texas Chainsaw Massacre becomes Panhandle Meathook (my favorite variant), Scream becomes Stab, Freddy Kreuger becomes the Dream King, and so forth.

The women have been in the support group for fifteen years, but it's beginning to break up when one of them is murdered. The narrator, Lynnette Tarkington (survivor of two Christmas-themed massacres), is convinced that a killer is stalking them all.

I regret to say that despite an excellent action climax, this book was a disappointment and my least-favorite book by Hendrix.

(My ranking of his books, now that I've read them all:

Tied for # 1 - I loved all three but they're so different and have such different goals that I can't rank them against each other: The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires, We Sold Our Souls, Paperbacks from Hell.

4. My Best Friend's Exorcism.

5. Horrorstor.

6. The Final Girl Support Group.)

Lynnette is basically paranoia and hypervigilance made into a character. Her narration is extremely repetitive and one-note. The rest of the women are barely sketched in and don't get much development. The support group is disintegrating and the women are all on the outs when the book starts, so we don't really see what their relationships were like when they were better.

To add to the frustration, we don't learn enough about the other survivors and what they survived to be able to see what's the same and what's a departure from the movies in our world. If you're going to be meta, go all-out and let us see whether or not the equivalent of Sydney from Scream is actually anything like Sydney, and if she too ended up stalked on the set of the movie that was made out of her life.

The meta aspect of slasher movies being based on real massacres was intriguing, but makes the point of the book very muddy. In our world slasher fans are not actually relishing the suffering of real people. They're fans of fiction. Norman Bates was loosely based on a real serial killer, but Marion Crane was not a real woman. In the world of Final Girls, she would have been a real woman who had been repeatedly stabbed and left for dead but survived, and Psycho would have come out just a few years after that happened. The tastefulness and social impact of movies like Scream may be debatable, but Sydney is not a real person whose real friends actually died.

The closest equivalent to the Final Girls slasher movies would be true crime, but that functions in a different way because it is in fact real. So the points made about sexism and so forth are in this weird limbo land where they're true in and of themselves, but they're directed at a target that doesn't actually exist in our world, and in our world is either more benign or a different thing entirely. For me it made a very potent metaphor - the final girl - no longer work as a metaphor.

Even more egregiously, we barely see the Final Girl support group! It's only in a few scenes, and there isn't a single scene with all six of the final girls together. Most of the book is Lynnette rushing about madly, alone or with other people or occasionally with one or two of the other women from the group, making bad decisions. Every single one of Hendrix's other books gets an A for leaning into the premise, but this one is more like a C.

"Perdita Smith" is discovered at the bottom of a well with assorted fractures and total amnesia. After what in retrospect was the world's most perfunctory search turns up no clues to her identity, she is taken in by friendly nuns.

When driving with a nun, Perdita sees someone riding and remarks that she rides well, and so realizes that she knows something about horses. In the hope of getting a clue about her identity and also because she needs a job, she obtains a position at a local stable with a bad reputation (all the good ones were highly suspicious of her lack of credentials).

There she meets the manipulative owner, the owner's sullen teenage son, the owner's sweet young daughter who's terrified of riding, the sexy asshole who's the son of the dead previous owner, the golden-boy rider who's some relation I forget, the drunk stablehand, and a kitten who sneaks in at night to cuddle with Perdita and sneaks out before she can get a good look at her. The kitten was my favorite character and I was very aggravated that Holland forgot it existed at some point and we never get a good look at it.

If you have read any books by Holland involving a romance, you know that whichever hot dude initially appears to be the biggest asshole is going to be the love interest. (He may actually be an asshole, but he won't have actually murdered his wife.) Sexy asshole it is! Perdita whipsaws so much on whether she thinks he's evil or not that at one point she says "Though I hated him with every fiber of my being..." and I had to flip back to confirm that Holland had indeed lost track and the previous scene had Perdita deciding that he was clearly a good guy who was being blackmailed.

The amnesia and riding parts of the story are lots of fun, especially the subplot involving the girl who's scared of riding. (The kid does, in fact, have zero interest in riding as a sport, but Perdita gets her onboard by getting her to bond with her horse as a friend.) The suspense bits were distinctly pasted on yay.

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In this sequel to Money Shot, Angel Dare is working at a cheap diner under an assumed name after her stint in Witness Protection failed to protect her. She's out of the porn business, but not exactly out of the sex business: she describes how she got a place to stay by flirting with a man in a restaurant until he bought her a steak and took her home, where, she writes, I paid for my steak.

After a spectacularly ill-fated chance meeting with an old flame from her former life, Angel finds herself saddled with a very young man she feels responsible for, his washed-up MMA trainer, and a tide of violence that gets bigger and bigger until it swallows up everything in its path.

Very page-turny, very dark but not in the same way as Money Shot (less betrayal and everyone being horrible, more sudden shocking violence), set largely in the MMA world which was interesting but not quite as much for me as the porn world. But Angel still has a sex worker's mindset even when she's not specifically doing sex work, so that world is never really gone.

I briefly puzzled over why it took me so long to get to this book considering how much I liked Money Shot, and then checked the date of my review of the latter: November 2019. Right. 2020 is why.

rachelmanija: Black and white image of Louise Brooks in a white hat (Movies: Louise Brooks)
( Nov. 11th, 2020 09:00 am)
Based on the poster featuring a sexy dame and an ominous house, I thought this Edward G. Robinson film from 1949 would be a noir with Gothic elements, or possibly the other way around. It did have parts that were Gothic and parts that were noir. It had a lot more parts of a lot more genres too. In fact, it was about nine different genres tossed in pieces into a bucket, then shaken vigorously.

It started out with a nicely ominous score by Miklos Rocza and Gothic-like photography. It then instantly dove into a pastoral family drama with Edward G. Robinson as Pete, a grumpy salt of the earth farmer with one leg, his pleasant salt of the earth sister (who I thought was his wife for about half the movie), their 18-year-old niece/adopted daughter Meg, and the high school boy she's dating who is inexplicably named Nath (rhymes with lath), having an extremely awkward dinner.

The genre abruptly switches back to Gothic, as Nath declares that he'll take a shortcut through the woods and Robinson tells him that no one who goes through the woods ever returns!!!

Nath says, "A tree's a tree."

In my favorite bit of the entire movie, Robinson says, "You won't save yourself from the screams in the night! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS FOR A SCREAM TO FOLLOW YOU?!"

Naturally, Nath takes this as a challenge and marches into the woods. There are indeed screams.... or are they just the wind? He gets lost over and over... but it's night. There's a house somewhere in the woods, which he can't seem to find and which Robinson implied was cursed. Are Meg's supposedly dead parents imprisoned in it, or actually dead and haunting it??? This part, a nicely directed and scored "supernatural or not" Gothic was my favorite genre of the movie, and I kind of wish it had stuck with it.

Spoilers! Read more... )

I can't say this was actually good but it was entertaining. All that stuff happened in an hour and forty minutes!

The Red House

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