The other birthday book Amber gave me, R. J. Joseph's My Monsters Ain't Like Yours, is an anthology of Black feminist intersectional horror stories, most definitely for an adult audience.
I've been thinking about monsters lately as we approach the midterm election. The people who design campaign ads, rather than appealing to our minds with actual relevant information, are taking advantage of our fears, both the universal ones and the more diverse ones. I think almost all of us consider serial killers and vampires to be monsters. But while I consider a president starting an illegal war and trashing environmental protections a monster one of my neighbors considers undocumented aliens to be the monsters. It bothers me that for the most part we're being manipulated by portrayals of candidates as monsters with doctored photos that resemble trailers for horror flicks rather than respected by being given relevant information on key issues. How many trees were cut down to make those damn flyers that keep flooding our mailboxes?
Anyway I find the monsters in Joseph's anthology less threatening only because we won't be electing them to the United States Senate. The stories are awesome chillers the perfect length for autumnal campfire sharing. What impresses me the most is her ability to create twenty-five totally diverse narrators, settings, and plot lines and make each spring to vivid life in a minimum of pages.
Georgia, protagonist of Those Who Teach Pay Knowledge Foward, is the teacher in a one room schoolhouse somewhere in the Midwest. A lot of obstacles stand in the way of youngsters attending: poverty, chores or jobs, parents not seeing the value of education... She is striving to prepare her students to thrive in a world not always decent to people of color.
She's especially concerned about Calvin, an especially promising student who aspires to become a doctor. He lives with his grandparents. He's started missing a lot of days. She's afraid that he'll miss too many and not be able to catch up.
When she goes to visit his guardians what she discovers isn't covered in any Child's Protective Sseervices handbook.
Naomi, protagonist of Where The Horizon Kisses The Sky is afraid that her husband no longer loves her. When she confides in a mysterious stranger she learns the importance of being careful what you wish...
...or at least how you phrase your wish.
In The Heart's Desire Layla seems to be the perfect trad wife, spending all her time tending to the home and kids and entertaining her husband's clients and partners. Some would envy her opulent life style. But it comes with a high price--the loss of everything she desires.
"By the time she saw the post for film festival presentations in Europe, she would've taken any avenue that would get her out of the house for a couple of weeks, away from her ugly husband and terrible kids. Just the thought of a ten-hour flight to Germany was a respite from her picture-perfect trappings that only amounted to pretty bondage."
When her presentation is accepted he tries to prevent her from leaving. When he follows her to Germany to drop the kids off with her he learns why revenge is a dish best served cold.
Those are only a few of the very original spine tingling blood chilling horror narratives. Hey, we're creeping up on Halloween. My Monsters Ain't Like Yours would be a perfect way to usher in the spooky season. It's a terrific read for real horror affecianados.
On a purrrsonal note, Monday night I had a real treat. I have a hard time keeping up long distance friendships through email. Which is problematic in a place where people are always graduating and leaving. When I became friends with Catherine early in her two year masters program there was something so special and real about our friendship I WAS NOT GOING TO GIVE UP ON IT. I cemented my vow with a tattoo of a cat picture she'd used to publicize an event: a cat drinking boba. Nothing says permanent commitment like body art. We've been communicating through phone calls and texts. Lots of pictures. Monday I called and we had so much to talk about! When Eugene came back from working overtime I was startled to see that it was almost 8:00. We'd been talking nearly two hours. Sure didn't feel like it. It's working. I don't have to relinquish this very precious friendship.
A great big shout out goes out to Catherine. Thank you for being my friend.
Jules Hathaway
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