4.5 ⭐
No doubt about it, my friends, P. Djèlí Clark been gettin’ involved in some o’ that Lowcountry Voodoo! A ‘gator tooth here, a pinch of goofer dust there, season with a dash of sulphur and the blood of a Ku Klux and BOOM, you got it bruh rabbit, the genre-bending novella, Ring Shout. A tempestuous amalgamation of Fantasy, Horror, African-American folklore and Gullah culture, set in 1920s prohibition-era Georgia with an expository lens focused squarely on racism in the South, the hate that feeds it and is, subsequently, fed by it.
***MINOR SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT***
There’s not much I didn’t like about this novella. All of the main characters have very individual and endearing qualities and importantly have unique voices from one another.
Sadie is a tobacco chewin’, Winchester-totin’ conspiracy theorist with zero filter.
Chef fought in France after disguising herself as a man to fight amongst the ‘Harlem Hellfighters’ (an infantry regiment consisting mainly of African-Americans) as an explosives specialist during WW1.
Maryse Boudreaux is our chosen one who struggles with a dark past and… prepare yourself, this is awesome!... Wields a sword, powered by the spirits of the plundered and enslaved from centuries past. There’s more to it than that but suffice to say, every time the sword is wielded, it is both an act of revenge and an opportunity for redemption.
”The way they all turn my way, eyes glittering, easy to figure out who they here for. I raise my sword and let it sing.”
The support cast is no less diverse and likeable, ranging anywhere from Emma Krauss, The German Socialist, to Nana Jean who speaks a Gullah dialect that is nigh on impossible to comprehend and often requires doubling-back. The only criticism I have is that there are too many female characters. I just found it a bit sexist…. Ha, gotchya! Just mucking around, having a bit of fun, keeping it fresh! In all seriousness, it was very refreshing. Even being written by a man, I find female characters, more often than not, provide a more compassionate and less egotistic POV, which enables me to feel a larger degree of empathy for them.
The dialogue between characters is consistently entertaining and is allowed to really shine during the only real downtime of the novella, in which the gang hang up the Ku Klux slaying boots for a night of frivolity at Frenchy’s Juke Joint.
“Hard to believe your grandpappy was a preacher,”
Chef calls over.
Sadie snorts, flicking back her long braid. ”It ain’t Sunday. Grandpappy, rest his soul, won’t mind none.”
References to African American Folklore and customs pertaining to the Gullah people of the South had me constantly rushing off to find out if they were pure Fantasy or grounded in real-world lore. I feel like I’m displaying a bit of double-standards here as I recently criticised a Fantasy series for taking me out of the story so often by following real-world history very closely. I think it comes down to the fact that I have almost zero knowledge in the subjects that are brought up in this book, so rather than pull me out of the story, it drove me to research and served to further immerse me. This is why these things are so subjective.
Ring Shout: “A shout or ring shout is an ecstatic, transcendent religious ritual, first practiced by African slaves in the West Indies and the United States, in which worshipers move in a circle while shuffling and stomping their feet and clapping their hands”. I was curious as to whether the Ring Shout had anything to do with Black Gospel or Pentecostal churches and their worship through song and, lo and behold, the practice was indeed adopted by Christian churches. In fact, it’s even argued that “field hollers, work songs, and spirituals evolved [from this practice], followed by blues and jazz”. Clark merges the titular Ring Shout with elements of Root Magic or “Lowcountry voodoo” lending it an almost mythical spiritual power.
African-American folklore, of which I know next to nothing, is represented brilliantly. I’m a sucker for anything Mythology/Folklore and was so intrigued by things like the Boo hag (Google this, it will haunt you), Night Doctors, Bruh Rabbit and Bruh Bear and, to my great joy, there is a profound depth to this particular tradition of storytelling and oral history. I’m looking forward to reading ‘The People Could Fly: American Black Folktales’ by Virginia Hamilton very soon.
”When Bruh Bear and Bruh Lion get to fighting… Bruh Rabbit best steer clear!”
Clark takes the insidious nature and history of the Klu Klax Klan and adds an element of sorcery to it with a sinister force that encourages and feeds on the hate of the Klansmen, transforming the individuals who most delight in their hate, into literal monsters called Klu Klaxes. Clark explores the dangers of letting hate consume our hearts and minds. One of my favourite quotes from the book is really a commentary on the invalidity of the hate that white supremacists are consumed by:
”You see, the hate they give is senseless. They already got power. Yet they hate those over who they got control, who don’t pose a threat to them. Their fears aren’t real – just insecurities and inadequacies. Deep down they know that. Makes their hate like… watered-down whiskey.”
Two Final Thoughts:
1. How did the brutal massacre at Frenchy’s Juke Joint, combined with the fact that the building was engulfed in flames, not attract the attention of the police?
2. Did we get a D’Angelo reference in 1920’s Georgia?
”New players on the board perhaps,”
Auntie Ondine murmurs, tapping her chin.
”Playa, playa,”
Aunty Jadine (whom can only speak in song) hums devilishly, a bit of tongue peeking between foxy teeth.….. Auntie Jadine, you bad!
A phenomenal novella. A middle-finger thrill-ride that covers some challenging topics while still managing to be funny enough for my fiancé to repeatedly ask me, “why you smiling like a freak?” Read it immediately. I’ll be standing here, arms folded, foot tapping, looking as disappointed as your parents when you told them you were dropping out of school to become an Instagram model, until you do. *Instagram models, be at ease, this is a judgement-free zone*