Some books are read for fun. Some books are read to help you grow as a person. Many books that I read as a horror fan show me things that I can never pretend I haven’t seen. Discontinue if Death Ensues covers every base and then some.
The book kn ows exactly what it is, because the women who came together to write it and edit it couldn’t help but do so. The editor’s forward lets the reader know right away the reasons behind this work. I won’t dilute her words by trying to convey exactly what they were or truly intended, but I will let you know what they meant to me. These are women who see the world and the directions it heads in, and live the horrors already visited upon them, and will not go quietly. This book is a promise. It is a warcry. It isn’t a warning, to me. We’re past that. The subtitle of the book is Tales from the Tipping Point. It is clear this book is from the other side of that point.
Several of these stood out to me, as especially impactful. Lee Murray’s Glow: An Oral History demonstrates what would happen in a world where men began to glow. The terribly realistic way in which a phenomenon with no real explanation gets twisted into one more advantage for patriarchy is blood chilling in its believable approach. Especially in modern times.
Carol Gyzander’s Wearing White out of Season is, on its surface, a fanciful time travel romp starring some of our favorite female powerhouses from history. What’s wonderful is the relationships they form. What’s terrible are the revelations and accidental impacts they have. What is truly satisfying, for me in this story, is the power they exert when they realize they have it. I should clarify, I can be a mean and vindictive person. The comeuppance, when it arrives, speaks to my inner vengeful spirit.
Kyla Lee Ward has a bleak, uncomfortably close dystopian tale in Maleficium. One of the longer stories, she gets into great detail the compromises women make just to live. The deals they have to strike, the indignity they endure, and the abuses they pray to avoid. There are moments where I wanted nothing more than for the mystery to remain buried, so that the agonies being visited upon wealthy men by an unknown poisoner would never stop. The story has heart, and more than once it will rip yours out.
Anna Toborska’s stories all had a healthy dose of humor, which I appreciate in my horror often. Hers never shirked from the hard choices or tooth gnashing consequences even if an occasional grin could be had, and no more so for me than An[n]us Horribilis. There’s a lot of snark from one end, and a laughably naive point of view from the other in this letter writing short. The ending, however, reveals that maybe you the reader should have not been quite so cavalier as these sisters try to work through their difficulties in an assault filled world.
Lastly, no horror anthology would be complete without a skin crawling inexorable cosmic horror. Cindy O’Quinn delivers in spades with Rolling Boil, which grabs the reader along with its character ands marches them on a wild ride that never gets easy, but is so very worth it in the end. I think the reader gets off significantly easier than those being filled with darkness and used to take back power and wipe slates clean. But we’re all on this walk together, and it has yet to be seen if any of us will really be ok.
Overall I enjoyed this book for all the reasons I mentioned at the start. I knew what I was in for, and I allowed myself to be changed and shown a glimpse of what these women were compelled to share. I’m glad for it, saddened by much of it, and overall better for the experience. I cannot recommend this book enough.