Head tilting back, Yila was all scarlet grin, all carmine smile—she settled astride Quan’s lap, layers of red silk riding up her thighs, warm like the memory of the sun in the cold comfort of night. “I beg your every golden word,” she taunted, lithe arms draped over his shoulders, snaking about his neck. When she arched into his bend, that lucky charm sighed, so content: she knew what perfection felt like and this was it. Her sigh became a purr, her purr a growl, low like candlelight on the horizon. “But I know the kind of night talks you like, you fucking marauder, and I’m happy to practice your language.”
When it came to Yila, Quan’s smiles were only adoring—never sarcastic, never unimpressed, never anything but…
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Beep beep, I come bearing reviews
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GTFPO: It’s exactly what it says on the tin, which is Nen and Liz doing a cold reading/sight reading and not an audiobook-quality read of Contrapuntal – I already mentioned I enjoyed the little Greek chorus bit where they echo each other’s sentences to communicate the back and forth between Kasse and Eo. Their dynamic is just as delightful through audio as it is in person and through livestream and I look forward to more episodes/multistreams with them.
Contrapuntal: Reading aloud has been a strange boon, and it really adds another element to enjoying this piece. Nen and Liz’s writing has always been a sensuous experience for me, from the descriptors and metaphorical (and sometimes literal) violence to text and formatting being its own art form in a digital medium. It’s one of my favorite things about their work that is clearly post-modern-influenced while still very them.
The words in my mouth feel heavy, something cold and hard like candy but not sweet, more metallic and acrid but not unpleasant – sharp, like a knife, salt in an open wound. Each visual piece is a puzzle of sorts, its own labryinth in a narrative composed of mazes with no easy answers or singular way out.
Dual/simultaneous narratives are a thing I sorely miss writing in fiction and I am so delighted to see them here. It’s fun to read them separate, mesh them together in a frenzy in attempt for them to conjoin and find commonality in their intersections.
This is a passion that is all-consuming, hard to shake off, and refuses to let up like a hurricane. There were few times I felt comfortable to stop but had to for my throat’s sake because it helped me parse some of the verses and poetry. The alliteration is top-notch, rhythmic flow somehow chaotic and harmonic, frenzied and rehearsed. This was the longest for me to consume and properly review but it was so worth it.
A Single Pull of Scarlet: First off, the back-and-forth fucking slays me between them, this is the dialogue I live for in relationships – crass and crude and hilarious and intimate and loving and passionate all at once. Reading these two fuck is akin to watching a cross between big cats and snakes mating; coiling together, equally intense, and terribly frightening and yet somehow sweet. They have claws and could annihilate one another, but they don’t. It’s white-hot like a sun and burns as much.
I see nothing but red and gold after reading them, brocade and vermilion silks marred by grass stains and filth. The turns of phrases and the pacing is simultaneously languid and harried, prey-soft and predator-toothed; equal parts taunting and coaxing. An absolute delight from start to finish and good god, does it feed my imagination in all the worst ways.
Ooop. Time to hit the gumroad.
Honestly what would i do without J and her reviews at this point?
wtf django this is so sweet <3