I’m always late to parties…

Apparently, you can always find me in the kitchen at them, too…

Reading, most likely. Or talking about reading. Or talking about books. Or something I’ve read about books. Or drinking. At parties, that is. Anyway, I digress. I am late to books, shows, movies, authors, and all of these wonderful other things that I didn’t even realise there were parties for – there is always another secret and all that – or, in my case, discovery. I can now add another item to my ‘eventually found it’ list – I have discovered reddit – more than that, I have discovered lots of groups on reddit that talk about the stuff I like to talk about. Like books, and shows and movies and authors.

This latest discovery – the communities, or ‘subs’ of reddit – have proven to be a major distraction with plenty of temptations for driving my ‘to-be-read’ pile of books into the realms of more insanity than is already prevalent in my batshit-crazy-for-books lifestyle, and if that’s not exciting, I don’t know what is!! I found the r/fantasy sub and with that came plenty of recommendations, clubs, readalongs and another absolute gem – the Annual Book Bingo Challenge. The purpose of the book bingo, from what I can gather, is to take you out of your comfort zone, get you reading a wider range of authors and types of fantasy etc. I’m sure you get the idea.

Also, it is ridiculously challenging to actually try to plan for this thing! I trawled through the recs thread and came up with a couple of ideas, but I’ve also typed out the list of bingo square requirements and passed them on to the lovely people who work at my local Waterstones to see what they can come up with by way of ideas. They see me often enough to know if something is or is not in my comfort zone as well as whether I’ll take to something or not, so I figured I’d get their input and see what happens. I’m looking forward to seeing what they come up with. There are a couple of books that I have already made decisions about, but the rest will be completely random in terms of the choosing, because they are choosing for me as are the wonderful members of the r/fantasy sub that have recommended some marvellous sounding tales.

As an additional challenge, I’ve decided to journal/blog about this experience 1) because I think it will be really interesting and 2) because I’m totally bonkers! The link to the bingo is now on the bar at the top and I’ll be updating fairly regularly soon. My Malazan Journey is still ongoing, and the bingo will also give me little breaks (that are much needed) from the series. So yeah, back to the bingo…

25 books, 25 different authors, 25 different requirements. From April 1st 2024 to March 31st 2025.

It’s going to be GLORIOUS!!!

Are we really this depraved?

Well, that’s a bit bleak.

This book has been on my tbr for a while, but the other day (Monday) I was at work when I noticed a customer reading it. I struck up conversation – as I usually do when I see a reader – and found that she usually reads biographies rather than fiction, but had a desire to get into the latter, and had gone to the Waterstones and picked up Tender is the Flesh, recommended by the staff there (who are awesome, by the way.) Anyway, I got chatting and went to Waterstones to get them a copy of Empire of the Vampire, as it seemed like something they’d enjoy, given our conversation, and that was that. Or so I thought.

The next day, they came back in the morning and left Tender is the Flesh for me to read. Which was very lovely of them, and I can’t wait to find out their thoughts, but in the meantime, here are mine.

I’ve ruminated on this book since I threw it down after the last sentence. I literally cannot get it out of my head – I’ve read reviews, both positive and negative, scanned reddit threads, scoped outsources of information about it and had a rather disconcerting conversation with a co-worker, who hasn’t read it, but was quite happy for me to vent my thoughts and feelings.

There are lots of those.

I cannot in good conscience say that I “enjoyed” this short novel, but I also cannot say that I hated it, or, contrary to some other views say that it’s not worth the paper it’s written on. On the contrary, I believe the opposite of that is true. At surface level, one may take this book to be unworthy of the ‘hype’ it has received in the past: indeed, I have seen it described as shallow, disjointed, lacking plot, being a pro-vegan statement, lacking any depth or consideration of intelligence, badly written and/or translated and ultimately shocking for the sake of it.

I don’t agree with any of those sentiments. In fact, I vehemently disagree with them, because I think that the readers who have seen those things, are only seeing the thinly veiled surface of this novel, and that’s such a shame. In fact, it’s even more of a shame because one of the themes of the novel is how humans can be actively ignorant of so many things…

I’m one of those humans. That’s the kicker.

The book is centred around cannibalism. I suppose that’s why it gets filed into the ‘horror’ category, but it’s not so much horror as it is ‘terrifying dystopia.’ I don’t usually do synopsis/plot in reviews, because if you’re reading reviews, chances are high that you already know what the book is about. Yet I think, in this case, it’s so much more than a category, and so much more than the blurb can say. The blurb on the back of the copy I read is as follows:

If everyone was eating human meat, would you?

Marcos is in the business of slaughtering humans – only no one calls them that. He works with numbers, consignments, processing. One day he’s given a specimen of the finest quality. He leaves her ties up in an outhouse, a problem to be disposed of later.

But she haunts Marcos. Her trembling body, and watchful gaze, seem to understand. And soon, he becomes tortured by what has been lost – and what might still be saved…

It should be noted I went into this book blind. The only thing I knew was that it involved cannibals. I didn’t realise the actual extent until I started reading.  I finished in one session because even though the content was appalling, I could not put it down, because at the same time, it was a compelling read. The book is told in third person, so it’s obviously an unreliable narrator, but it really does give insight into its focal character – Marcos – if you pay enough attention.

First of note is that Marcos is grieving – he’s recently lost a son whose conception was more than difficult – it becomes apparent exactly how difficult throughout the narrative that IVF treatments etc were ineffective for the most part. When his wife, Cecilia, does conceive, the baby boy dies of SIDS, colloquially known as cot-death. This results in the inevitable grief of both parents, with Cecilia retreating to her mother’s house and Marcos continuing his existence in the family home, working a job in a combined abattoir and tannery – a processing plant – for ‘special meat’ – it’s not animals, it’s humans, because an unexplained “virus” has made all meat inedible, as it causes death for mankind. Scientists have deemed that animal protein is necessary to live and magazines publish the “dark side” of vegetables and that plant protein is not enough to survive.

Suspend your disbelief people.

The “Transition” from animal meat to human meat is just that, and it happens quickly – within a generation in fact. Butchers adapt, as does language regarding “meat” – feet and hands becoming upper and lower extremities, tongues, penises, noses and testicles becoming “delicacies.”

As Marcos’ job is to procure “meat” or “heads” from industrial factory farms, he is aware of all rules, regulations and no-no’s regarding processes, treatments, legal requirements and procedures that must be followed to the letter. We see him, through our narrator as conflicted about the fact that this “meat” is human, and he is portrayed as seeing all the current events as barbaric, an atrocity, yet he continues to work in the industry because his father is suffering with a form of dementia that requires expensive care in a home. He works for necessity. 

It is clear from the outset that Marcos is grieving and assessing his place in this new world, and when he visits a “breeding centre” from whom his company procure its “cattle” he alludes to various problems with the products that have been received in recent shipment. As a result, the owner of said company sends Marcos a personal gift – his own FGP – a 20-something old female who has not been medically altered to enhance growth but has been “raised” naturally – free range is what we’d call it if we were discussing chickens.

For the next twenty or so chapters, we are treated to a full-blown explanation with descriptions as to how “heads” are procured, treated, slaughtered and made into “meat” – this is juxtaposed with scenes from Marcos’ perceived relationship with his “gift,” who he names Jasmine.

It’s a harrowing experience, to say the least.

After raping her, Marcos “humanises” the “head” – he teaches her to wash and dress herself, spends time with her watching TV, kisses here head and sings her songs, then eventually discovers that she is pregnant. His father dies. What lack of relationship he has with his sister breaks down completely – unsurprisingly considering her twins discuss at the dinner table what their uncle might taste like, as well as the fact that she herself has a “head” in her fridge that she serves to guests at the wake.

There are fleeting discussions of the government lying about the virus, that the ultimate reason for the lie is to cull the people due to over-population of the planet, but nothing much comes of that. There is mention if the sadistic side of human nature – hunting celebrities to resolve debts, trafficking on the black market, savages (those living in extreme poverty) that are so ravenous that they eat people alive and plan attacks on the trucks that deliver “produce” to the processing plant – resulting in deaths of many – innocent workers included. There is extremist religious activity in a church/cult called the Church of Immolation, where it’s members “volunteer” to be sacrificed for the greater good of humanity – to atone for their sins for resorting to cannibalism and the like – yet they are, unknown to the congregations, simply thrown to the savages to be torn apart and eaten alive.

Through all of this, Marcos is indifferent, apathetic. It just is what it is. The narrative reflects that he is conflicted, but his actions do not. He indulges in the society he is part of. He wilfully wants to control people – including a female butcher who had adapted to the current society and is seemingly stone-faced about the Transition, and in fact capitalises from it.

This is not a ‘do not eat meat’ narrative. It really isn’t. This is a ‘humanity is essentially depraved and inherently evil’ narrative. You just need to get under the skin of it. (Pun unintentional, honestly.)

Yes, there are themes involving cognitive dissonance; there is the absurdity that within a generation, people would resort to cannibalism and easily accept the industrial farming of humans – but under all this, there is so much more…

– How easily society normalises atrocities

– The depravity of human nature

– How language can become a tool of control

– How easily we are manipulated by the government and media

The punch in the gut becomes apparent only in the last pages, Jasmine is pregnant and there’s a problem with the birth – the baby is breach – it hasn’t turned – so the feet are coming first. Marcos panics and calls his wife – she comes straight away – which shows that his thoughts previously about there being no reconciliation were unfounded. She berates him for having sex with a “head” but as soon as she realises the baby is in trouble, she helps. The baby is born – it’s a boy. This is the sucker punch. Readers have been led to believe that Marcos cares – that’s our humanity right there as it stands – we believe for the best in people. It’s our flaw – believing what we are led to believe.  Jasmine gives birth, with Cecilia’s help. She reaches for the baby – an innate, human instinct – and Marcos hits her with a club before dragging her to the barn for slaughter.

His final words are this:

She had the human look of a domesticated animal.

There are lots, and I mean, lots of speculation about what this means…. He saw her as a pet, he planned it from the beginning, he was always evil, this was his final test etc…

I believe he was simply in a state of grief throughout the entirety – there was no pre-meditation. Jasmine was at best a pet, at worst an incubator, a means for him and his family to return to the norm. Killing her was necessary because he would have been caught otherwise. Marcos succumbed to the norm instead of fighting against it, because it was in his best interests to do so. Cecilia did the same.

The novel began bleak, it ended bleak. There is no hope for humanity here. In fact, there is no humanity here. In less than a generation, humanity has turned into a barbaric, extremist culture with no morality to speak of. It has been manipulated into believing that in order to survive it must consume itself.

This novel highlights not only the power of government, but also the power of media and most importantly the power of language.

When I spoke to my co-worker about this book, because I needed to talk about it – I was disgusted that I used the wording from the book – that I referred to humans as meat and flesh and heads. I appalled even myself. That is the effect if you really read and digest this novel. We are, as humans, none beyond corruption – it’s not about veganism, it’s not about criticising factory farming, it’s not about ethical consumerism – although those are themes it covers – at its very core it’s about the nature of human depravity. It’s visceral, it’s intense, it is about how far we will go, in order to survive above all others, and how we are all monsters.

As a fellow Goodreads reviewer states (Jr Bacdayan)

The infinite capacity of human beings to adapt is a powerful phenomenon… Behind its depictions of human slaughter and cannibalism you’ll find yourself intoxicated by its morbid truths.

The Beginning of Rebellion

Poisoned Berries & the Benefits of Cliff-hangers

I’ll be the first to admit that The Hunger Games (THG) isn’t much of a ‘new’ read for most – if you’ve not read the books, you’ve probably seen the films. What can I say? I always manage to be late to the party, and it’s true here for both the books and the movies. Over the festive period of 2023, I stumbled across a marathon of THG on the gogglebox – now normally, I’d read books before watching any type of adaptation, but after about five minutes of watching, somewhere in the middle of Catching Fire, I got intrigued, and started from the beginning.

Yes, I binged watched. The entire thing. Twice.

Then I got to thinking (which is never a very good thing and usually results in me causing myself more work than necessary.) I knew I had the trilogy buried somewhere in my extremely disorganised bookshelves, so I went to find them. Four days and a whole room of semi-organised shelves later, I sat down and started the first book – and I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised.

There are elements of the book that add a depth that you simply don’t get by watching the movie first and it was those additional elements that kept me turning the pages. Katniss is thrown into a situation that she had deliberately tried to avoid, for both herself and her sister. This right here is the hook – in the movie, it’s honourable and brave – and it’s the same in the book, but add to that the explanation of how the drawing works and there’s a whole extra shock factor – Katniss’ has 20 entries into the draw for the games – because of the convoluted nature of the capitol and how it oppresses it’s people. Twenty. Accumulated over 4 years. Her sister has one, only because Katniss refused to allow her to increase that amount by using the Tesserae (an option to add your name into the draw for a meagre supply of food supplies) thereby limiting her chances of being chosen. So the fact that Prim’s name is called, and that Katniss volunteers is even more shocking because it illustrates, emphasises and reflects the hopelessness of the society in which she lives.

“There must have been some mistake. This can’t be happening. Prim was one slip of paper in thousands! Her chances of being chosen were so remote that I’d not even bothered to worry about her. Hadn’t I done everything? Taken the tesserae, refused to let her do the same? One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in hear favour. But it hadn’t mattered.”

Katniss already had to grow up too quickly – the care of her family becoming her responsibility when her mother suffered what can only be seen as a significant mental breakdown after the death of her husband. Everything she has ever done has been for Prim, and volunteering is no different – yet it is. The odds of her survival are not high, particularly when there are kids from other districts who are specifically trained to become tributes for the games. She knows that she is most likely going to die, and she handles it particularly well, considering the circumstances. I found her to be full of nervous energy, and a remarkable amount of anger – understandably so – but I also think that Katniss had spent so long looking after everyone else, that she’d lost her own identity, because of what she had to do and who she had to be in order to survive. Katniss has self-awareness, but low self-esteem. She’s described as sullen and hostile, which again I wasn’t surprised about, and it’s with Cinna (who I loved by the way, book and film both) who she finds the comfort to be herself.

But where Katniss shines the most is in the arena, because the Katniss in the arena is in survival mode, just like she’s been at home – except now it really is a matter of life or death. From that first moment where she ignores Haymitch’s advice and runs for the equipment shows her true nature – it’s not rebellion against authority, it’s simply who she is – she’s a fighter. She’s also skilled as a hunter, caring as an ally and vulnerable in her grief and ruminations about her emotions. That vulnerability, expected in any 16 year old girl, is what she cannot reconcile to herself, but it’s one of the most endearing traits she has. I like kick ass Katniss – the hunting, the running away from fireballs, the whole tracker-jacker scene and destroying the Career’s supply stash pyramid – it’s all very exciting and well-written. She is bad ass. But I love vulnerable Katniss: when she loves, it’s fierce.

“I’ve no idea where to go. The brief sense of home I had that one night with Rue has vanished. My feet wander this way and that until sunset. I’m not afraid, not even watchful. Which makes me an easy target. Except I’d kill anyone I met on sight. Without emotion or the slightest tremor in my hands. My hatred of the Capitol has not lessened my hatred of my competitors in the least. Especially the Careers. They, at least, can be made to pay for Rue’s death.”

But for all that, I feel like it sort of fell flat near the end… Letting Cato suffer during the ‘muttation’ attack (although it was extremely disconcerting that they shared features of the dead tributes – what on earth are the Capitol doing there? scary) felt out of place, and I preferred the way the film dealt with it, although it did serve to remind how the citizens viewed the games – prolonged suffering=more entertainment. I guess I just didn’t feel it was necessary. And the berries suicide scene was anti-climactic.

Then, Katniss simply slipped back into who she was before… and come the end of the final chapter (27 in my copy) we’re left with the remnants of a relationship, and some worries about the future. It kind of just, fizzled out…

So, I pretend that it ended in the previous chapter, and chapter 27 happens as a flashback/intro to Catching Fire, because this knife edge, this tension is how I think it should have ended. I’m not going to quote it all, but just these little sections really caught my eye. Plus I think ending on this kind of cliff-hanger is awesome.

“When I left the arena, when the trumpets played, I was supposed to be safe. From then on. For the rest of my life.”

There’s the hook.

Here’s the kicker.

“There are questions to be unravelled back home, in the peace and quiet of the woods, when no one is watching. Not here with every eye upon me. But I won’t have that luxury for who knows how long. And right now, the most dangerous part of the Hunger Games is about to begin.

Rating: 4/5 Stars