Revenants and Revisitations: Thoughts on Lisa McMann’s Cryer’s Cross
WE
Achingly close. We sense the warmth but We can’t reach it. Want. Need! Thirty-five, one hundred. Thirty-five, one hundred. We cry out to be touched, fear gripping Our scratchy voices. Fifty cold years in the darkness, boiling in regret. Come closer! We want you, more than We wanted the last.
Torturously.
Please. Save me.
Mexican Gothic: A Mixed Review
I must (and, of course, will) tread carefully here, particularly as last week’s post was on the importance of highlighting and consuming Gothic media by non-white authors and creators, but it would be disingenuous of me to sing the praises of Mexican Gothic without cautioning against some of the glaring issues with the function (not the form) of the text.