The First One You Expect by Adam Cesare

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Genre: Horror, Novella, Noir

Format: E-book

Published by Broken River Books

Towards the end of Halloween, I wanted to read something that would fit the mood. I have a bunch of unread Anderson Prunty novels and there was a new C.V. Hunt novel out. I sighed to myself and instead tapped on this novella. I was somehow burned out on Anderson Prunty after reading Creep House and I just didn’t want to add a brand new book to my ever growing TBR, despite that I love Hunt’s work. And the truest thing that J. David Osborne, who runs Broken River Books, has ever said in a blog post or some other social media post I don’t remember where I read it, was that when people obtain or download a book for free, most likely they’re not going to read it right away or they might not read it at all. But I managed to get into this one though and for its length and content, in the spirit of Halloween, it’s totally worth $2.99.

Cesare is known for his horror genre novels, well, I think that’s what he mainly writes. I looked through his repertoire on Goodreads and found a exploitation genre novel much in the spirit of those cannibal exploitation films from the Italians to the recent Eli Roth. And well this one, is kind of sort of the same thing, but on a low budget scale. It’s more like a snuff film actually.

The narrator, who’s name escapes me, is an indie film maker who makes smutty and gore filled internet films that the weirdos out there enjoy. Then he meets a girl who verges onto a sort of manic pixie dream girl. she’s the girl he’s always dreamed of, beautiful, fame hungry and she’s got the sadistic streak he does. So what happens is that together they make a film with a longtime friend named Burt and his horror dream girl gets a little bit too into character. So no more Burt and the narrator is slowly getting famous off his snuff video.

It’s about ambition and being careful for what you wish for. Ever since the main dude’s manic pixie girl committed her atrocity, they begin to feel on edge and their relationships dwindles, but most people didn’t seem to separate the real blood from the watery ketchup at first. And then you question, who’s the real actual sadistic killer in this novella?

The First One You Expect is interesting because you get to read about the underlings of horror films. The ones who can’t afford the high tech supplies but yet still have the brains to make a decent horror out of home made scratch. It’s a tribute to the underground peasants of art. But it’s also a satire in a way, the novella’s got a cheap, campy feel to it. Much like what the main dude directs. It’s got the noir elements, but there isn’t much suspense since you know just from the title and the first chapter. But this would make a great indie film for the festivals. I kind of also got a “failed artist” feel from this novella. The novella is a crime novel, a noir, and a self-deprecating literary novel about a loser artist. It’s kind of like a cut-throat drama and a satirical prod to the underground artists who are just frothing at the corners of their lips to be recognized.

Rating: 4/5

Two Novellas: anemogram. by Rebecca Gransden and Ayiti by Roxane Gay

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Pages: 254

Genre: Novella, Magical Realism/Surrealism

Format: E-book

Self-published

This was received for an honest review

When Gransden told me about her novella, we were talking about writing stuffs, she told me or maybe Leo did, I don’t remember, that she was releasing a novella. And the novella is called anemogram. and when I saw her blog, I realized just like the short story she sent me, that she was one of those abstract writers. Abstract as in, everything is a sort of mystery that can only be solved by inconsistent dreams that have come to you during the restless nights in small visions and it will maybe take you months to piece them together. It’s not a bad thing, it’s a great thing in my opinion, if everything was linear, everything in a traditional mold, then where does the innovation go? Where does the curiosity go? Since literature is an art form, you should be able to cut up the pieces and make Picasso paintings right?

I always I love when a surrealist novel takes place in quiet suburbia, I feel like it always brews better in those conditions. Something odd pops out of the bushes and terrorizes a quiet neighborhood that usually expects nothing. In this case, it’s this little girl that doesn’t really have an official origin, she appears out of nowhere. She seems to have manifested out of nature itself, as you read the novella, there’s plenty of vibrant imagery of Mother Nature’s creations. There’s also a voice in her head that accompanies her throughout the story, telling her fairy tales that all sort of surround the same theme, where something beautiful, eventually dies and there’s no way to get it back. (If this is wrong, I read this awhile ago, so it’s fuzzy.)

The girl pretends to be the daughter of a father who abandoned her due to dying in an accident or committing suicide. She hangs around a war veteran and eventually ends up living with his buddies and here’s the thing, they’re all hiding something and it involves doing things that are out of their moral bases, for example, one of the guys is a police officer.

And yet, the main character, this whimsical little girl is still a mystery. But I have a theory, the voice in her head is maybe her dead father and her way of coping and living is to be a sort of Peter Pan. Maybe, they both died and the girl lives on as something supernatural. Nobody questions oddities too much in this book.

anemogram. does what it wants best, to be abstract and leaving the reader numb with wonder. It contains the fantastical fairy tale elements that Helen Oyeyemi is known for, except it takes place in a small British town. It’s one of those fairytales with a quirky modern twist of the Sundance movie scene.

Rating: 4/5

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Pages: 108

Genre: Short Stories, Novella, Poetry, flash fiction

Format: E-book

Published by Artistically Declined Press

I live under a rock and I never read a single Roxane Gay book until now. I’ve always followed her on social media because I liked what she said and found her essays to be mind opening. She’s a brilliant women, the type of feminist I look up to, well this is based on what I’ve read online, I’ve never actually read Bad Feminist. And one of her books was on sale in late November last year and I had already bought a load of books on Kindle, Octavia E. Butler, Miranda July, and I think Tan Twan Eng. And I will admit that when a book receives a lot of hype, I tend to get turned off until the hype dies down, most of the time I resist because hype= makes high expectations.

I had my eyes on Ayiti for quite awhile and the wait was totally worth it. This little book is the best example of short short stories that spend little time building and instead they actually spend time moving rhythmically and sensually with a poetic prose that embodies the soul and voice of her Haitian background. You can feel the heat, the graze of the sunburned concrete when you encounter the oppressive forces of the imperialism and colonialism in Haiti, and you can taste the blood and salty water. And I hate to write so little about this book, but if you have An Untamed State, then you will like this collection, one of the short stories is actually where the novel is derived from. It’s really the most underrated work in her repertoire from what I see on Goodreads.

Rating: 5/5

Dark Water by Ariana D. Den Bleyker

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Pages: 82

Genre: Noir, Novella

Format: E-book

Published by Number Thirteen Press

Another novella, for the past month or so, novellas and short story collections have been part of my main reading habit. I’m currently reading a novella and a short story collection now and I think I will continue to do so. Not because giant tomes aren’t my thing anymore, I just got so used to reading on the kindle that books with tiny font and heavy weight are just not for me now.

So I got this for free when Number Thirteen Press started giving e-books out. When I find a small press, the first books I check out are the books written by non-White authors or women. Basically, I pay attention to the marginalized voices first, because those are the books that get the least recognition. So I decided to read this novella by an author who has written several poetry chapbooks. I’ve never heard of her, but have heard of her literary journals.

Although, I kind of have to say that this wasn’t the best noir I’ve read, I found it quite confusing, but beautiful in it’s prose and sadistic main characters. What threw me off the most was the dialogue being written in italics. So I couldn’t tell if the characters were thinking or whispering until the author said so. I found it odd and it added to the confusion. But then I read the synopsis for the plot and things were clear, but the italicized dialogue, I will just assume it was a stylistic reason, a formatting issue, or maybe all of the characters really were speaking in low hoarse tones like Christian Bale playing Batman.

What happens it that Henry is a painter, an artist, one day he loses it and kills his wife. He makes art out of corpses, carving in symbology into the flesh of his victims and pulling out their eyes, the silver coins are the last embellishments. When the police find the bodies, they are surprised to see that the victim has two shining silver coins for eyeballs. Then there’s Lorelei, John, and Elizabeth who are all tied with him somehow. They are all caught in some sort of web, where they are aware of what Henry is doing. there’s some sort of steam filled love triangle between the three (apparently John is good with the ladies) and they all want to kill Henry because Henry is losing it and is getting more vicious by the years.

I gotta say, this will make a terrifying movie, a new Silence of the Lambs. Except. Henry isn’t a cannibal. The ending ties up  like most insanity filled noir like this. It’s kind of obvious. I won’t reveal it.

For a novella, things go by pretty fast and time isn’t wasted, it’s at a good pace. What makes a good noir, from what I’ve read so far, is quick writing, but writing that has substance and very little filler unless you’re trying to write a novel, and you want to add in some more backstory with multiple plot strands. Every word to matter, but every word has to contain some sort of feel whether it’s gloomy, funny, or angry, it needs to mean something.

Henry doesn’t improve and I guess I can say he doesn’t get better either. He is the same old Henry throughout the novella, but Elizabeth loses her empathy and accepts that her brother is a murderer. She also has to accept that her lover is no different. And I guess I can say, that sort of leaves a strong woman tone to it, where I guess women can’t really trust dudes.

Rating: 4/5

Two Solar Luxuriance Chapbooks: Throne of Blood by Cassandra Troyan and Sacramento by Meghan Lamb

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Page: 94

Genre: Poetry, Experimental

Format: Format

Published by Solar Luxuriance

Now, that I’m finally loving poetry, I decided to pick this chapbook up. When I downloaded it months ago, Solar Luxuriance provides free downloads of their out-of-print chapbooks, I kept giving it up and picking up something else. The first “chapter” is actually a short story written in poetry. Is there a name for ‘Short story poetry’? I guess it would be narrative poetry. Anyway, that was one of the best parts of the chapbook, not only because I rarely find that style of poetry, but it is my favorite kind of poetry because it’s short stories, but not actually a short story. It tells the story of these two male necrophiliacs that murder women and girls and bury them in the basement. A lot of her poetry kind of has this feminist undertone to it, where she mourns the death and mistreatment of women and girls by the hands of men. It’s feminist because most people don’t take the mistreatment of women seriously. If you don’t believe me, well listen to how many people make jokes about rape and blaming rape on rape victims. But yeah.

Then after that, there’s some more poetry similar to do that, except girls don’t die physically, they die on the inside. I think these might’ve been slightly autobiographical. Where father’s disappoint and men kill women mentally repeatably for feeling too much.

This chapbook was actually fairly popular in the small press world so I feel like my review is basically going to repeat the same thing. Of course most of this chapbook isn’t too dark, some of it is light hearted somewhat. A care free feminist chapbook about being a woman who owns her sexuality, disappointment in relationships, self-hatred and inability to cope with it, and  existential angst. Topic wise, it’s not much different than your usual poetry book in the Alt. Lit world. But Troyan’s biting and vivid poetry stands out from the Tao Lin esque poetry writing I usually see to the point where it’s unavoidable. (Not knocking him, just saying that there’s way too many people writing like him now, with slight differences, but not very much the same.)

Rating: 4.5/5

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Pages: 28

Genre: Novella

Format: E-book (Again, a free PDF download of an our-of-print chapbook.)

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Well this one is short and sweet and it talks about loneliness and isolation, about awkward and unfulfilling relationships, and then it switches back and forth to the Gold Rush era when people left their homes and died on the way. The prose is filling for a novella, this is one of the shortest novellas I’ve ever read, I almost consider it a novelette, and yet it was written good enough to feel emotionally involving. I would like to read more of her works. Don’t have much to say since it’s so short.

Rating: 4.5/5

Selo and Inya: Lady of the Court, Hunter, and Queen of Dust

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Pages: 37, 40? 46, 
Genre: Fantasy (Mythology), Novelette/Novella, Ongoing Series
Format: E-book
Published by Middle Child Press

I often get bored of fantasy these days. It just doesn’t pull me in the same way everything else does. Magical realism, I like though, but then somebody on Facebook was like “Magical realism is just fantasy!” And I was like “WHAAT?!” I don’t believe them. I actually wrote this review, a different version, for Feisty Zine, so this is a cross post.

Selo & Inya restored some faith in me. It takes place in a fictional world that seems to meld West African, East Asian, Polynesian, and South Asian cultures and religions. There are two societies, there’s one where there’s only females and there’s a mixed society which has males and females. The first novella, Lady of the Court, starts off the series with Selo, from the kingdom of Tiy, a woman warrior who ends up leaving her homeland after her sister gets into a blood marriage to end the war between the kingdoms. When she arrives in Oon Sati, where the marriage takes place, she meets an herbalist nomad named Inya who becomes her guide after some incidents cause her to leave Oon Sati. And the whole series consists of Selo and Inya traveling to the various kingdoms and getting into a few scuffles. You will soon find out that somebody out there is planning something the duo is unaware of and that someone wants to get rid of them before they find out.

Selo and Inya are lively characters and just like any well written character, they are distinct and grow throughout the series. Since Selo is a warrior and an orphan, she’s very closed off and sort of cold. She’s serious and made of stone, but yet she’s motherly. Inya is loose and carefree which causes a bit of trouble along the way that Selo tends to clean up. Inya is the bright beacon, she’s the Oscar of The Odd Couple while Selo is sort of like Felix. These two ladies are polar opposites, yet the friendship works. The biggest character development happened for Selo in Queen of Dust, which was nominated for best short novel by The Swirl Awards.

Since this is a series of novellas, they’re pretty short reads, and the prose is quick and engaging. The writing doesn’t leave the canvas blank, there’s vivid imagery that holds the story’s existence into place, meaning that it doesn’t feel like you’re reading about the journey of two nameless blobs. It’s also thick enough to map out a world, but there’s no large amounts of info dumping. There are tactics to build a world in genre fiction without writing a whole background story outline. Overall, Selo & Inya is a pretty solid ongoing series. It is a breathe of fresh air and hopefully it will leave a mark in the fantasy fiction world, especially in the small press and indie section.

Lady of the Court: 5/5

Hunter: 4.5/5

Queen of Dust: 5/5

Overall: Strong 5.

Cross posted from Feisty Zine

The Woman from Cheshire Avenue by Ankhesen Mié

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Pages: 86

Genre: Romance, Paranormal, Psychological Thriller, Novella

Format: E-book

Published by Middle Child Press

Borrowed from Kindle Prime Library

The funny thing about this novella is that during the time I was reading this I watched a movie called Supremacy. It was filled with tension and kept you at the edge of the seat, it was nasty, but it was that I-can’t-look-away type of movie.  That’s what this novella is like. The only bad thing about the movie was that Danny Glover, I always confuse him with Donald Glover for some odd reason, was playing this old father and was talking really low and raspy like Christian Bale’s growling lion interpretation of Batman’s soft mysterious voice. I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but I partly blame this on my hearing and the lack of subtitles that Mom forgot to put on. Supremacy was a Hollywood movie though, the good guys win. It’s not like The Woman from Cheshire Avenue where there are no good guys and it sort of rubs you the wrong way since Neo-Nazis are involved in this novella.

Lilith Wells doesn’t know what the hell she wants and one day out of spite, she kisses a Neo-Nazi. She comes from a family of Black excellence, She has a successful career, and is the daughter of a successful politician. So of course this could lead to disaster especially since her father and the Neo-Nazis are all playing buddies with the Hirosawa family, a Japanese mobster family.

This novella seems to be a sort of indirect sequel to the novella, Folklore, from Folklore and Other StoriesThe Hirosawa family seems to be continuing their blood-soaked legacy into this novella and based on the ending, there just might be a sequel.

I don’t know, this one was quirky. I kind of already got a feeling of what Mié writes from her novella trilogy and it’s dark and uncomfortable, but yet you just keep reaching for more to wallow in it. Although this one was a little more hopeful I guess. The Neo-Nazi, Eric, who hated everyone and took pride in it, soon changes after that magical kiss and decides to clean up his act. He was the Snow White and Lillith Wells was the prince.  And of course, as Lilith Wells and Eric get closer, you will find that this love is forbidden, because obviously she’s Black and Eric is a White nazi, that isn’t actually German, he’s Norwegian. Remember Neo-Nazis are racist and hate eveything that is darker than them.

It’s a very thought-provoking novel that seems to ask if it is possible for a person to be completely changed and forgiven. But in this case, in this novella, there wasn’t enough time for that happen. It does raise the question of whether or not a person can stop being a Neo-Nazi, a piece of trash, and become clean. Can a person stop being terrible? Can they stop what they started and practiced from birth?

This off beat novella, especially that goth girl with the pink and black cornrows, raised some questions in my head about people and the ways they think, but it also left me thoroughly entertained. There are no heroes and there are no happy endings, everyone gets their own punishment for any of their actions, whether if they were right or wrong. After reading the ending, there was a point where I wondered if this was some sort of satire written with the most nonsatirical prose or maybe I’m just overthinking. This is definitely the anti-romance novel. The foolish don’t always remain foolish, and the deviant don’t only have deviant ways and remain that way. Something like that.

Rating: 4.5/5

Listicle Reviews: Violet Dusk by Ankhesen Mié and The Kind of Friends Who Murder Each Other by Chris Rhatigan


Pages: 102
Genre: Noir, Novella
Format: E-book
Published by KUBOA Press

1. A noir novella with the most handsome book cover.

2. It’s about a bunch of guys who live in a boring suburbia who have done horrible things.

3. Once again, like I said about My Friend Dahmer, it’s about that secret evil that lurks in the shadow of suburbia. A lot of people are bored and they think nothing happens, but guess what, people are stalking and killing each and chopping you up.

4. Friends who keep secrets are not the most trust worthy friends.

5. Because they will kill you and stalk you and make sure you don’t spill the milk.

6. Like most noir novels, this is a spitting, cursing, nihilistic little book about a guy who kills his friends and runs away. All because they sat down one day and had some drunken banter about their deepest secrets.

7. Written with prose that is lurid and yet somehow dull in the main character’s apathy. 

8. One thing that I tend to notice about anti-heros in the noir genre is that for some reason, you think they’re really cool. Which is bad, because in real life they are much worse than what is in these novels. 

9. Although I will admit that I didn’t enjoy it as much as his novella in  you don’t exist with Pablo D’Stair.

10. But it is excellent in its execution and would probably make a good short indie film.

Rating: 3/5

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Pages: 27
Genre: Poetry, Chapbook
Format: E-book
Published by Middle Child Press

1. It’s a short chapbook of poetry. 

2. It’s written in that classic style that I never remember the names of.

3. It’s hard talking about poetry, but I do love the essence and feeling of them.

4. This is refreshing to read. They weren’t heavy love poems sweating with lust or angsty poems sweating with tear drops or dripping them. Instead, they are poems that are complacent and sure of themselves, in their own seat, possibly a computer chair or a comfy cushion.

5. The poems are developed, reminding me of the form of pantoums or sonnets. I think that’s what they are.

6. Each poem is a representation of the author, because poetry like I will be saying a lot in this blog, is a form of healing and understanding one’s self. 

7. Like her novella collection, Folklore and Other Stories, she used folk tales and metaphor on her canvas.

8. Folk tales and fantasy are the tiny strings that somehow compose realities.

9. I honestly have nothing else to say. But I would definitely read more of her poetry.

10. Poetry reveals what’s  unconscious, hidden, and difficult to thread out of the mind. While fiction reveals it whole and exposed, sometimes a little too harshly. 

Rating: 4/5

Paul Is Dead by Stephen Moles

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Pages: 140
Genre: Bizarro
Format: E-book
Published by CCLaP

When I saw “Bizarro” and “Paul” I automatically assumed this was going to be a sort of Alt. Lit autobiography about the actual Paul McCartney. And I was honestly surprised to see this in the catalog of CCLaP, at first, I thought “Why would CCLaP publish bizarro?” Since most of the books they publish cater more to the literary genres, slice of life genres, from what I read so far. But then I remember that Scott Navicky’s novel, Humboldt and The Power of Positive Thinking was one of their weirdest novels. So of course, I was wrong, they would publish this. Paul Is Dead is a sort of rare novel/novella in the bizarro genre. It’s fulfilling, meaningful and has a balanced amount of humor, absurdist magical realism, and it somehow gave me that warm feeling of “I read a really good and meaningful book.” The only ones I can think of at the moment that fits that criteria is C.V. Hunt’s Thanks For Ruining My Life  and Caris O’Malley’s The Egg Said Nothing


The main character is named Paul McCartney. He’s not actually Paul McCartney, but the music of The Beatles, the song “All You Need is Love,” dictates his heartbeat and apparently his life. (This music is not my generation and I only heard and liked the album, Revolver, so I’m now listening to this on repeat as I write this.) Unlike the real McCartney, who is apparently filled with love especially since he can’t remain single, I’m not saying you can’t be married at 68 or 72, but… 

“Observing the same morbid observing the same morbid obsessions and hypocrisies passing daily through the glossy pages like faecal matter had caused him to feel permanently disgusted at himself and the world.”


Anyway, this Paul is a misanthrope. He hates everyone and maybe doesn’t trust anyone, he’s socially awkward and isolates himself. He gets some money and lives in a house filled with turkeys, his only friends. He hates everyone at his job, where he is the writer for a Celebrity news magazine that is dedicated to writing mournful articles about dead celebrities, and most of all, he hates celebrity culture and the people who fawn over it.

“Did the maker of the button and sign not realize that their forbiddance was more like an enticement?”

This is when the bizarro kicks in, out of nowhere and for no reason at all, there is a red button where he lives amongst his turkey friends. At first he ignores it but then decides to press it. And guess what happens, celebrities die by his hand. And that’s enough for plot discussion.

“He was the black cloud of the office, always seem to be raining on any parade he drifted over, while he viewed his ability to flood conversations with negativity as an excellent way of exposing the lack of depth of his coworkers.”

Unlike most bizarro novels, the prose is full and lurid, at times containing a musical rhythm. Moles’ writing doesn’t contain the monotone voice of the Alt. Lit generation (not hating on Alt. Lit but Tao Lin prose is getting tired.) I was able to build scenery, which was something that hasn’t happened for awhile with me, lately I’ve been having the hardest time building imagery in my head as I read. The prose and voice are strong enough for me to get absorbed in the book. The whole offbeat humor of this novella was such a nice change in my recent readings. Although, for  a good portion of the novella, I kept imagining the main character as the main guy from Freddy Got Fingered. I wasn’t sure why except for the reason that this novel contains the dark satirical brow lifting humor, much like that movie. 

“The beat of a lonely heart reflecting itself spells death….
Money. Money. Money.
Can’t. Buy. Me.
Love. Love. Love”

Paul Is Dead contains some giggles but also has a moral lesson to it. Yeah, some people will roll their eyes. But it’s like a movie, where the anti-social Paul finally realizes how much of an arse he was and realized that hating himself and everyone else will not give him love. There’s an eyeball and a dude named Ramon who teaches him that. Trying not to spoil stuff. This little tome, which is odd for this genre, was deeply personal in its gut punch way of telling someone that love is indeed the acceptance of yourself, killing off forms of you that are in a sense useless because they prevent mental and physical growth, murdering all of your flaws to love. To love you. To love everyone. Because you know love destroys all, including you, but only the bad stuff.

Rating: 5/5

The Louisville Problem by C.S. DeWildt

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Pages: 58
Genre: Noir, Novella, Southern Literature
Format: E-book
Published by Bartleby Snopes Press

C.S. Wildt is one of All Due Respect’s authors, his book, Love You to a Pulp, was published not too long ago and here is a novella by him. It’s short and not so sweet, more like salty. And the story is straight and simple, it’s about a guy, who’s sleeping in bed with his boss’ daughter and wife after he decided to kill him one day, that is making plans on escaping the town. 

“Where I come from a man asks you to meet him alone at midnight, you know you aren’t getting what you’re promised. How you going to believe the man that robbed you blind? Huh?”

It’s quite short and so far, for what I’ve read for noir, this is nothing new. It’s not particularly bad, but it’s nothing that has blown my mind. I knew what was going to happen, the main character was going to end up not really getting exactly what he wants. Some little twist was going to happen and there was going to be a lot of blood shed. 

However once again that doesn’t mean it is not something to enjoy. The prose subtly contains that quirky bounce of Southern talk and the same morbid beauty of disgusting humanity that is usually in these noir novels. Humans who are stinky and vile. They like apple pie though, but that sweet taste in the belly won’t make much of a difference. 

Rating: 3/5


Folklore, and Other Stories by Ankhesen Mié

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Pages: 116
Genre: Short Stories (novellas), Romance, Fantasy (Mythology/Folklore)
Format: E-book
Published by Middle Child Press

I discovered Middle Child Press from The Blasian Narrative, which is a blog that talks about the experiences of Black women and Asian men. Of course, as someone who is Blasian herself (and Puerto Rican) I thought “Why not check out this blog?” In the process, I found Amaya Radjani and then from there I found Radjani and Mié’s press, Middle Child Press. This book caught my attention because of one thing, folklore, I had a feeling that this was going to be a short story collection of magical realism stories, using folk mythology. And of course I was right. Sort of.



Folklore, and Other Stories is a trilogy of novellas that are all centered around love and the two weird little strands that ties love and identity together. Each novella consisted of a romance between a Black women and an Asian Man (They were East Asian in this collection) and what results before and after the sparks had flown in the air. Of course, romance isn’t the only theme, I don’t know how to explain it, but this is literally the most “literary” romance fiction I have ever read. And I know “literary,” has become the word of literature snobs. But as a person who usually reads a lot of books from that genre, with magical realism which is a genre that is usually written in that genre (Marquez, Murakami), these stories contained everything I loved in a story: complex flawed characters, prose with beautiful flow and description, and dramatic plot, but not overly dramatic. 

“And why is that? Kazuya finally asked her apparition one day. Her answer actually surprised him. Because you don’t belong with these people, she murmured lowly. Because you’re just not that kind of man.”

The first one, Folklore was my favorite of the trilogy. It’s about a guy named Kazuya, who is involved in a high time criminal gang that will invade your home and murder you like a horror movie. Kazuya is a man who has fallen under unfortunate circumstances in a life role of blood, gore, rival gang fights, and corruption. After his father passes, it seems as if everything is not made for a guy like Kazuya. The crime world isn’t for him but yet he has no choice but to stay within that world due to his rivals that are just waiting for the day to watch him breathe his last breath, splattered in blood. But then a woman comes around, her father was murdered, and she gives him a golden mask. Then same fantastical stuff happens from there.


What grabbed me most about Folklore was of course, the folklore. Folk tales are twisted realities that are told in hopes that maybe the listeners will take heed. Notice how most, but not all folktales, have a lesson? If not a lesson, they are basically a build up of coincidences that result in somebody not listening hard enough. And that was kind of what happened to Kazuya. Misfortunes feed on others, it brings them together, and then the coincidences of their life strands bind them together. And well, I don’t want to go further than that. And this paragraph is quite redundant.


“You’re a reader, it continued tauntingly. You read other people’s stories, remember? You’re a “scholar.” You soak up the work of others to compensate for your own gaping lack of imagination.” 

Echo is an odd story to me. It’s very, how do I say, Gothic fairytale, something about this made me think of Tim Burton and the summaries of Shirley Jackson (I’ve never read her yet.) There are lots of black clothing being donned, lots of loneliness, and a dreary mansion living on a mansion, where eccentricities build up and are used to hide behind. And this is all discovered due to the Liang’s desire for their “adopted son,” who buries himself in books as a sort of defense mechanism to avoid socializing, to avoid the isolation knowing that he has no actual family. The Liangs aren’t his real parents, hence the quotation marks. The Liangs bring him to this family mansion where he meets Ololara and fantasies build up in the walls on this mountain. Stories evoke hidden truths and desires.

This story can be sort of relatable to a lot of people because Ololara is a woman who is left alone and always has to give herself away. She gives and gives and gets nothing in return. And that really can drive a person off the universe. And the storytelling part, well, writers writing about telling stories, what do you think? Notice how folktales build the fabric for both Echo and Folktale? 

“People like you can’t be in love, chérie; your kind doesn’t know compromise. You destroy more than you build, and you can’t repair what you damage.”

 The Collection is the last novella and I don’t have much to say about it. It’s more on the romance side, but I still enjoyed it. It’s a lot more light hearted, not as heavy as the first two, and it was kind of amusing due to the fact that the one of the characters uses her money for her every wish. A great ending that lifts up the dark clouds.

One main thing I love about Mié’s trilogy is her prose. It is visceral, dreamy, drenching in bittersweet gothic undertones and roses (for the romance.) There was a few editing hiccups, but it wasn’t often enough to be glaringly obvious and I knew what she meant, so I didn’t mind that, I’m not perfect. But seriously I love her prose, it’s much like when I read Boy, Snow, Bird by Helen Oyeyemi, maybe it’s because they both weave folk tale with present day slice of life (although this type of slice of life is a bit adverse.) Ankhesen Mié is freaking talented and makes the Indie Literary scene freaking awesome.

Rating: 5/5