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Books Read Jan—June 2020

Novels, novellas, short stories, poems, manga, comics, and audiobooks read during the pandemic. I recently finished a U.S. History course: 1619-1877. I have included the chapters and scholarly articles from the class because the subject matter is very timely. I feel extremely fortunate that I was able to take a history course that heavily analyzed the origins of slavery and the roots of systemic racism in this country. I am not an expert by any means now, but I have a deeper understanding of the conflicts (to say the least) that persist into today.

From the history class:

Note: There is dated and inappropriate terminology in some of these article and journal titles. They illustrate the necessity for academia as a whole to update the language we use and the language we preserve.

Columbus and the Recovery of Jerusalem: Abbas Hamdani, Journal of the American Oriental Society vol. 99 no. 1 1979.

The Ohio Indians and the Coming of the American Revolution in Virginia: Woody Holton, The Journal of Southern History vol. 60 no. 3 August 1994.

“Rebel against Rebel”: Enslaved Virginians and the Coming of the American Revolution: Woody Horton. The Virginia Magazine of History and Biography vol. 105 no. 2 Spring 1997.

Did Democracy Cause the Recession that Led to the Constitution: Woody Holton.

An “Excess of Democracy”: Or a Shortage?: The Federalists’ Earliest Adversaries: Woody Holton. Journal of the Early Republic vol. 25 no. 3 Fall 2005.

“From the Labours of Others”: The War Bonds Controversy and the Origins of the Constitution in New England: Woody Holton. The William and Mary Quarterly vol. 61 no. 2 April 2004.

Evangelicalism and the Meaning of the Proslavery Argument: The Reverend Thornton Stringfellow of Virginia: Drew Gilpin Faust. The Virginia Magazine of History and Biography vol 85 no. 1 1977.

The General Strike and The Coming of the Lord from Black Reconstruction in America: An Essay Toward a History of the Part Which Black Folk Played in the Attempt to Reconstruct Democracy in America: W. E. B. Du Bois.

Our Laborers Are Our Property and Each Person Works for Himself: the Ideal and Reality of Free Labor from Half Slave and Half Free: Bruce Levine.

1619: Jamestown and the Forging of American Democracy: James Horn.

Reading for fun:

Gazpacho: Elena Georgiou (short story)

Cells at Work vol. 1: Akane Shimizu

Vengeance of Vampirella vol. 1, 2: Thomas Sniegoski

Guilt by Association: Gregory Ashe

Made in Abyss vol. 7, 8: Akihito Tsukushi

Heir to the Shadows: Anne Bishop

Another manuscript by my awesome writer friend Kathy 🙂

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Ultimate Collection vol. 1: Peter Laird

Shadow Prowler: Alexey Pehov, read by MacLeod Andrews (audiobook)

Stone of Fire: JF Penn, read by Veronica Giguere (audiobook)

Crypt of Stone: JF Penn, read by Veronica Giguere (audiobook)

Ark of Blood: JF Penn, read by Veronica Giguere (audiobook)

Necroscope: Brian Lumley, read by James Langton (audiobook)

Attack of the Necron: Cavan Scott, read by David Tennant (audiobook)

I Am Slaughter: Dan Abnett, read by Gareth Armstrong (audiobook)

Crusade: Andy Clark, read by John Banks (audiobook)

Brotherhood of Secrets: Christie Stratos

Inceptio: Alison Morton

When Worlds Begin: Megan O’Russell

The Girl from the Market: Alison Morton

Conrad and Carina’s Roman Holiday: Alison Morton

Rogue Skies: Missy de Graff et. al. (anthology)

The Masque of Vyle: Andy Chambers

Through My Fingertips: Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu (poetry collection)

A Day in the Life of Marlon Bundo: Marlon Bundo

The Sandman: Master of Dreams #1: Neil Gaiman and Sam Kieth

Favorites:

Favorite Novel:

Shadow Prowler by Alexey Pehov. Hands down. This is a re-read so that tells you something. This high fantasy, sword and sorcery adventure is not another stereotypical cliche. The characters are fully developed, diverse, and do not follow the standard tropes…well, the protagonist is a snarky asshole…that’s kind of a trope. But he’s an entertaining snarky asshole who is a snarky asshole because that’s who he is, not because the author needs him to be one to move the plot along.

Favorite Audiobook:

Attack of the Necron. Because David Tennant. David Tennant reading Warhammer 40K.

Favorite manga/comic:

TNMT. Because childhood. And seriously, there are so many adult jokes I missed when I read this as a kid.

Favorite short piece:

Gazpatcho by Elena Georgio. From her short fiction collection The Immigrant’s Refrigerator. I’m working on reading the rest of the stories in this collection. I love this particular one because it illustrates the value of human life and the boundlessness of compassion through the dangers of border crossing. And the writing is heart wrenchingly stellar.

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Love Your Characters

Love what you write. Much of how I look at writing/craft/process comes from years and years of poetry. My thoughts on imagery and diction are fueled by my medium. It is this lyrical perspective that gives my prose writing its unique voice. That and my brain is just weird. As a new writer to the […]

Love what you write.

Much of how I look at writing/craft/process comes from years and years of poetry.

My thoughts on imagery and diction are fueled by my medium. It is this lyrical perspective that gives my prose writing its unique voice. That and my brain is just weird.

As a new writer to the world of genre fiction (specifically urban fantasy) there are things that I don’t actually see or realize until I write them and then I have the, “Oh, that’s where that went wrong,” moment.

One thing I learned while reading fiction and learning to write fiction is that you have to love your characters. Not just like them. Not just tolerate them. Not just the main character or even the side characters.

Because if you don’t they won’t sound or look genuine on the page. They’ll look like cardboard stand-ins for real people and, most importantly, they won’t talk to you and tell you what they are doing in your story.

And if you don’t enjoy reading what you write after you’ve written it, like if you finish the “final draft” and never want to look at it again—not because you’re tired of the story because you’ve read it literally 1 million times over and over again—but because deep down you’re embarrassed or you think no one will want this but you’ve worked so damn hard and you want it out in the world for people to read…guess what! It’s not good enough. Because you haven’t put your heart into it.

And yes, I speak from personal experience. I never wanted to look at the first book (of fiction) that I self-published.

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Girl + Muse =

the title poem of my chapbook Girl + Muse. Written back in 2009ish, my pre-grad school days, this poem is over 10 years old now. Still love her very much.

Read the full chapbook and download it for free here.

Girl + Muse +

morning. We woke up

and you performed

another extraordinary miracle:

wings split

the paper thin skin

taped across your shoulder blades,

your wet spine

glistened through jauntily

angled prisms knotted

to your ribcage

with flayed nerves

and slippery veins.

As you flew around the room

you said: “No. That’s not how

it happened.”

I woke up alone.

*

Photo by 🇻🇪 Jose G. Ortega Castro 🇲🇽 on Unsplash

Lupercalia

The title poem from my chapbook Lupercalia. Written back in Fall/Winter 2010 when I first started at Goddard’s MFA program. That means this poem is almost 10 years old!

Lupercalia

Last year the city ran down to the frozen river. She threw her face against the rocks, the tatters of her brain crystallized as they oozed from her broken eyes. When we found her we combed the tangles from her hair, rose quartz stained with a grey sky kept us fed for weeks.

Now, what’s left of her slinks through the night like a wolf and you can only see her out of the corner of your eye.

She has not yet forgiven us for the highway stretching on and on forever, crusted with burnt-sugar kudzu and the bones of lovers who will never return.

This year I eat a salt cake in her honor and burn my tongue in the tiny campfire my mother taught me how to make when she and the city were so very young. I pluck out my eyes with the last of the winter roses and let their thorns curl down my cheeks.

Next year, when my voice returns, I will cut it out again.

Read the full chapbook here.

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The Promise: a grimdark dystopian short story

The Promise

a Short Story by Jessa Forest

Download your free PDF version of this story here.

Disclaimer: this story contains the death of a child and detailed descriptions of sickness and gore. Please read responsibly.

When I woke it was not from sleep but a dreamless poison. The fog was thick when we stopped and it must have crept in and thickened when we were too weak to stand or notice, too weak to get away; smothering us like an insidious, sentient tide, all cold hunger and keen thirst.

Barrow, lying next to me, did not rise and never would again. Her younger brother, Potter, whimpered softly in the cold crook of her arm.

“Pyre,” Coffin’s choked, coughing voice floated above me like sunshine above a storm. “Can you walk, Pyre?”

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