Cw for violence. Shoutouts to Garrett for making me aware of this author.
I was expecting this to be a sort of Little Blue Encyclopedia/Any Other City situation, where the follow-up book is good but not as good as the original. Thankfully, famous youtuber & rodent May Leitz delivers again, and Girl Flesh is probably the better of her two books, frankly!
The story plays out similarly to Fluids, in that two women have to remove themselves from an awful situation and end up in an even worse one--in this case Angela and Caro are kidnapped by some Texas Chainsaw Massacre types--and it is thematically about their survival. Whereas Fluids was very specifically about Dahlia's self, though, Girl Flesh is a little more general about women's roles and the dangers they face in a kyriarchal misogynist-ass society. It's also much more up-front about it, what with the lines about how as a woman, your meat is what defines you in the eyes of angry men and an uncaring god. I figure there won't be as much of a barrier to entry with this one, which might be a plus if you're not me. Broad and resonant, this story, plus featuring no sexual violence and greatly reduced gore compared to the frankly gross Fluids.
The big difference this time around is that both leads are actually good! Maybe Angela is kind of weird as a blog-o-spheric writer/beauty model person, but it's hard to dislike watching her shed that skin and become a totally feral gay. 'She has a fun habit of repeating a specific sentence structure to herself. This was an example.' You could totally unironically "YAS QUEEN SLAY!" your way through this one, because Angela and Caro are morally justified despite their relative lack of sanity. And MAN, I fucking love Caroline. Lauren in Fluids was kind of contentious to me, because she is both bad and uninteresting, but seeing Caro lead the way for Angela to shirk her old life, its shitty expectations and trading of happiness for stability? My hero. Her total lack of filter and foul mouth are the cherry on top of one of my favourite bad bitches, I can't lie.
The little bits of cheese and faintly hilarious dialogue has been reeled in somewhat since Fluids, too, so there aren't any "I'M THE DEVIL NOW" moments, and the story's sense of dry black humour comes diagenically from Caro's sarcastic barks and Angela's deadpan observations about how shit life was, before she got this big hunting knife and ran away in a truck with a gay rock star. They're an excellent pair really, and in ways Girl Flesh is almost like a romance. A Gross Story About Love.
The Chronically Online elements in the first half might bug people, especially if they're tweaked about it after every bad queer litfic ever, but I don't think it's a problem. It's not like a Tell Me I'm Worthless, wherein the author obliterates the fourth wall every three chapters to tell you about fucking 4chan or whatever. No, mainly Angela observes how the internet and its users dehumanise herself and others, how deeply problematic the spectacle-hunting of true crime interest is, and how it's become both a cage for her to sing from and a shield from the real world. I liked "I had forgotten that twitter was a dimension of human existence"!
One of the slightly worrying things about this book is that it had me cheering to hammer murder... Without revealing too much, there are at least a few scumfuck men in this book, and at least one of them gets his face removed and his skull shattered in multiple places with a hammer. I was rolling right along with the adrenaline, though, practically yelling at the page "YEAH, HOW'S THAT FUCKIN' FEEL?" As Angela observes, though, he totally deserves it. Morally and ethically justified hammer gore!!
Girl Flesh is a lot more road trippy than Fluids was, it's a book that's more about physical and internal desolation than blood & gore, and being able to read bits like "When you're born a woman" and be 100% sure that I'm *not* being excluded was quite freeing. I'm pretty sure May Leitz is turning over a revolutionary new leaf in the extreme horror genre, re-centering it around the lives and experiences of queer women, and I just happen to adore that. This shit's so cool.