NEEDLEMOUTH, latest K-Ming Chang women's wrongs weirdness

NEEDLEMOUTH
K-MING CHANG
Simon & Schuster (non-affiliate Bookshop.org link)
$14.99 ebook, available now

Rating: 4* of five

The Publisher Says: From the award-winning author of Bestiary, three cousins are forced to complete an impossible and violent task set by a vengeful demon.

Cousins Cindy, Yangyang, and Mandy’s hot, tedious summer unfolds in their grandmother’s hauntingly familiar house. Mandy, the eldest, seeks connection online and exchanges emails with a stranger. Yangyang, the youngest, retreats into her own imagination in search of meaning. But every morning Cindy wakes with strange objects in her mouth: a button, a berry, a coin.

One night, a starved figure with a mouth the size of a needle-tip appears at Cindy’s bedside. She is hunger-afflicted, a demon with no descendants to feed from: she is Needlemouth. Part vampire, part hungry ghost, Needlemouth forces the girls into a grim task to end a man’s life.

Cindy, Yangyang, and Mindy are plunged in and out of the demon realm, where they are called to break out of the indifference and numbness of their claustrophobic worlds, and where they are met with the most rageful and resistant parts of themselves. In a quest to satisfy the demon’s hunger, they unravel their shared grief and reckon with the cyclical violence that shaped their family. For readers of Akwaeke Emezi and Carmen Maria Machado, K-Ming Chang has crafted a reimagined coming of age novel that asks: what does it mean to become the monster instead of slaying it?

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My Review: Cecilia was my intro to the...earthy, primal...fascinations of K-Ming Chang. A writer with a strangely lyrical way of presenting yucky realities of having a female body goes right into the lifeblood (!) of blood in menstruating females and vampires.

Needlemouth wants the cousins who are her targets to figure out a major problem for her: Daddy Dearest is a horrible, abusive, misogynistic, etc etc world without end, bastard who's cursed her...see title...and thus end her pain. Oh, and theirs, because he's involved in their family's losses somehow. (It was explained, I *think* anyway; either poorly or incredibly in the literal sense. I retain no sense of it.) It's your fates, women, to either rebel or collaborate. Passive little Yangyang already collaborates that way. The other two? Ready to ride and/or die to strike a blow for Womankind! Passively Yangyang goes with. Astounding, no? (Why is it Needlemouth, an actual demon {if female-presenting} can't do this herself, exactly?)

To accomplish their task the cousins are transported (disorientingly and that uncertainty I can say with certainty is deliberate) between mudanity and the demon world of the vampires. It is a beautiful virtuoso performance by K-Ming Chang, noticeably, lyrically lovely in sound...I read it aloud at times...and very effectively indicating our frame of reference has shifted. Author Chang does not write workmanlike prose at any time in the two books of hers I've read; this perspective shift still stands out as graceful and intense.

The young women are, as I am learning is usual with Author Chang, aware of the living human body. It is very, very, very present. I'm beginning to wonder if "K-Ming Chang" is not simply Chinese for "Joe Abercrombie" or, at the very least, if she is not his descendant. I thought The Devils was a shitty, as in "shit-filled," story. Hold my beer, says K-Ming Chang. It can, at times, overwhelm my sense of the complexities I'm needing to track in the story. It is a fine balance to get right. It's not always calibrated properly for even my pretty strong stomach.

You will not clutch your pearls upon learning Needlemouth is not always a reliable narrator. She might've left some details about consequences out of her stirring pitch to the cousins. I'll say this about how it all turns out: I was shocked, repulsed, and downright irked at how very much of the human body's workings were made plain, laid bare, and how intense and viscaeral the poetice prose-hallucination was; but the ending was unexpected, was so balanced on a kinfetip let alone edge, that I reattached the full fourth star that slipped off after a particular...facial, let's call it.

My squeamish sensitive souls should not come within hailing distance of the story. All the female rage, all the smoldering hatred of petty tyranny all the shrieking outrage at the tyrannical, unfair patriarchy will not make up for that...facial.

Take my word for it: Revenge and vengeance are only cousins, not siblings, and their goals are not always compatible.

Vengeance is a nobler victor.

BONE OF MY BONE, latest of Johanna van Veen's sapphic historical fiction/horror tales

BONE OF MY BONE
JOHANNA van VEEN
Poisoned Pen Press (non-affiliate Bookshop.org link)
$19.99 paperback, available now

Rating: 4.5* of five

The Publisher Says: Bram Stoker Award–nominee and USA Today bestseller Johanna van Veen unveils a sapphic folk-horror tour de force—perfect for fans of The VVitch and The Salt Grows Heavy. A skull's grin is eternal…

The year is 1635.

Sister Ursula, a young nun fleeing the ruins of her convent, and Elsebeth, a sharp-witted peasant, escape a band of marauding soldiers and disappear into the Bavarian forest. War scorches the land, and no one survives it alone. Amid the devastation, they find something in the arms of a dying man: the gilded skull of a saint.

It is said that if you reunite the saint's skull with her body, a wish will be granted. Desperate for salvation, and each with secret desires of their own, Ursula and Elsebeth follow a ragged map across the blighted countryside. But darkness follows them. A necromancer, drawn to the relic's power. The saint herself, whispering at night. And as the lines between blessing and curse blur, the women must face a harrowing the magic they seek comes at a cost.

At the journey's end, they'll face an impossible choice—one that could tear apart everything they know… or bind them to each other forever.

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My Review: There is a period in History with no war. Statistically there must be.

This is not it. As usual, Religion...and religion...are at the heart of the Thirty Years' War that Author van Veen chose as her backdrop for the love between Elsebeth the canny formerly-Protestant peasant and Ursula the Catholic nun. Their meet-cute involves marauding soldiers and an unlikely act of salvation from the usual fate of women in a war. A bond formed then is unbreakable, and it helps that Elsebeth has already lost her religious faith. An odd sort of reward comes to the women for acting on human decency and female solidarity: the discovery of a first-class "holy relic" that both women understand the mythology behind (follow both links to see why that isn't unusual or anachronistic).

At that moment we leave the ordinary world behind. This is now a supernatural tale of pilgrims on a quest to perform an action for a reward. The background is war, violence, and its usual consequences for humanity caught up in it. That's the horror, and as I've said before, the kind of horror I can relate to; the supernatural horror so common in books is not scary to me because I don't believe in the supernatural or, maybe more accurately, in its innate power to act independently on reality. The women must protect the relic they've been charged with safekeeping from a necromancer who wants to use the thing to Perform Eville Acts.

It could as easily be a greedy bastard wanting to disassemble the adornments of the relic for onward sale and profit. Likewise the women's desire to protect the relic could as easily be motivated by their own need to survive, thus making returning the relic to its institutional owners for a presumably significant reward makes sense. Would change nothing, really, but the supernatural edge is used very well to heighten stakes that I myownself found entirely high enough. This is the origin of my half-star reduction in the rating: artificially (to my mind) inflating the stakes.

I genuinely enjoyed the women's love story more than any of the silly supernatural stuff. I got really invested in Ursula and Elsebeth reaching the understanding that their quest gave them the very best gift of all gifts in each others' love. It's a lovely process to follow no matter what other story beats an author uses around it. The love of same-sex couples will always garner my supportive interest in a story (see my reviews of Nicked and Recital of the Dark Verses for other examples). My joy at the women falling in love outweighed any reflexive eye-rolling at the notion of necromantic powers being able to create a kind of zombie-slave of poor Otto, for example.

I'm all in on recommending the read to my fellow queers. Author van Veen is a stylistic writing monadnock. Her eye for what makes a story compelling to a reader, not just a genre addict, is second to none. If you worry about gore and scariness in horror fiction, ,I'll tell you that I found all the trappings of horror less worrying than the awful limning of humanity's viciousness that's inherent in any story set in wartime.

Religion, the big public-facing institution, and its private-practice cousin, religion, come off poorly in this story. So y'all know going in. It's the genesis of the war being fought after all.