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Reading Wednesday
Mar. 12th, 2025 08:12 am Just finished: Never Whistle At Night: An Indigenous Dark Fiction Anthology, edited by Shane Hawk. This was really good. All over the place tonally, everything from some final girl badassery to visceral body horror to residential school trauma, but they basically assembled an A-List of writers for this and the story quality ranges from solid to great.
Currently reading: Love Medicine by Louise Erdrich. No progress 'cause I left it at work, wh00ps.
May Our Joy Endure by Kev Lambert. Where do I even get started with this? This is a mirror image of their last genius work, Querelle de Robervale, which is gritty and working class; May Our Joy Endure is a story of the clueless megarich, isolated by class from the suffering their actions cause. It follows Celene, a famous architect (architects are always more famous in fiction than in real life, I find) at the tail end of her career. She's from Montreal but has never worked on a project there; she wins a contract building a complex for a corporation in a part of the city undergoing gentrification. The first chapter is an alienatingly dizzy stream-of-consciousness scene at a party that goes on for the first quarter of the book, because Lambert is Like That. It's darkly satirical and very good. I'm here for it.
Currently reading: Love Medicine by Louise Erdrich. No progress 'cause I left it at work, wh00ps.
May Our Joy Endure by Kev Lambert. Where do I even get started with this? This is a mirror image of their last genius work, Querelle de Robervale, which is gritty and working class; May Our Joy Endure is a story of the clueless megarich, isolated by class from the suffering their actions cause. It follows Celene, a famous architect (architects are always more famous in fiction than in real life, I find) at the tail end of her career. She's from Montreal but has never worked on a project there; she wins a contract building a complex for a corporation in a part of the city undergoing gentrification. The first chapter is an alienatingly dizzy stream-of-consciousness scene at a party that goes on for the first quarter of the book, because Lambert is Like That. It's darkly satirical and very good. I'm here for it.
