Beware the Shadows in ‘Keeper’

Ghouls and goblins are scary enough, but the real horror draws heavily from the worst parts of real life. That’s certainly the case in The Keeper, a graphic novel from power couple Tananarive Due and Steven Barnes that gives form to the amorphous threat of racism and generational trauma. Aisha’s luck could hardly be worse.Continue reading “Beware the Shadows in ‘Keeper’”

‘Jaded Women’ A Fireworks Show of Family Relationships

There’s also no skirting around the fact that these are all messy women. They harp on each other, they back-bite, they keep old grudges close, and lock away the love they think makes them vulnerable. Maybe that’s why I was rooting for reconciliation so hard.

‘Juliet’ a Dark but Gripping Look at One Teen’s Spiral

From self-harm to drug use to taking clothes from a dead girl in a dumpster, Juliet gives a matter-of-fact account of the events from her teenage years. But now and then, adult Juliet puts in her two cents about her experience thinking back on those experience half a lifetime ago. That reassurance she survives is crucial for getting through some of the tough parts.

‘My Murder’ A Critique of Lurid Interest

True crime may be alluring, but Williams doesn’t mince words when it comes to who makes the most alluring victim, even in the future. The victims are all fair, fairly young, and fairly attractive, and everyone is fully aware of how narrow a demographic the victims here represent.

‘Crane Husband’ a Critical Look at Love, Art

The Crane Husband is a meditation on responsibility and art and what love actually means, and so beautifully written that even with material like this you may still feel that you could fly away when you reach the end.

‘Rose House’ Chilling in its Plausibility

This is not a horror novel, but its premise manages to be spine-tingling for the picture it paints—not bleak, exactly, but pragmatic to the point of irrationality, yet difficult to argue with.

‘The Facemaker’ Revives a Forgotten History

Reading The Facemaker also feels like an act of witnessing something that shouldn’t have ever been forgotten. We did this to ourselves, from the standpoint of humanity, and over a hundred years later, we haven’t stopped.