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VELOCITIES: STORIES

Book Info ✌️

VELOCITIES: STORIES by Kathe Koja

RELEASE DATE: 4/21/20

GENRE: Collection / Dark Fantasy / Weird Fiction / Horror

BOOK PAGE: https://www.meerkatpress.com/books/velocities/

SUMMARY: From the award-winning author of The Cipher and Buddha Boy, comes Velocities, Kathe Koja's second electrifying collection of short fiction. Thirteen stories, two never before published, all flying at the speed of strange. Dark, disturbing, heartfelt and utterly addictive.

BUY LINKS: Meerkat Press | Amazon | Indiebound | Barnes & Noble

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Kathe Koja writes novels and short fiction, and creates and produces immersive fiction performances, both solo and with a rotating ensemble of artists. Her work crosses and combines genres, and her books have won awards, been translated, and optioned for film and performance. She is based in Detroit and thinks globally.

AUTHOR LINKS: Website | Twitter

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A SNEAK PEEK AT THE BOOK: From BABY by Kathe Koja

It’s hot in here, and the air smells sweet, all sweet and burned, like incense. I love incense, but I can never have any; my allergies, right? Allergic to incense, to cigarette smoke, to weed smoke, to smoke in general, the smoke from the grill at Rob’s Ribs, too, so goodbye to that, and no loss either, I hate this job. The butcher’s aprons are like circus tents, like 3X, and those pointy paper hats we have to wear—“Smokin’ Specialist,” god. They look like big white dunce caps, even Rico looks stupid wearing one and Rico is hot. I’ve never seen anyone as hot as he is. The only good thing about working here—besides Rico—is hanging out after shift, up on the rooftop while Rob and whoever swabs out the patio, and everyone jokes and flirts, and, if Rob isn’t paying too much attention, me and Rico shotgun a couple of cans of Tecate or something. Then I lean as far over the railing as I can, my hands gripping tight, the metal pressing cold through my shirt; sometimes I let my feet leave the patio, just a few inches, just balancing there on the railing, in thin air . . . Andy always flips when I do it, he’s all like Oh Jani don’t do that Jani you could really hurt yourself! You could fall! Oh Andy, I always say; Andy’s like a mom or something. Calm down, it’s only gravity, only six floors up but still, if you fell, you’d be a plate of Rob’s Tuesday night special, all bones and red sauce; smush, gross, right? But I love doing it. You can feel the wind rush up between the buildings like invisible water, stealing your breath, filling you right up to the top. It’s so weird, and so choice . . . Like the feeling I always got from you, Baby. It’s kind of funny that I never called you anything else, just Baby; funny that I even found you, up there in Grammy’s storage space, or crawl space, or whatever it’s called when it’s not really an attic, but it’s just big enough to stand up in. Boxes were piled up everywhere, but mostly all I’d found were old china cup-and-saucer sets, and a bunch of games with missing pieces—Stratego, and Monopoly, and Clue; I already had Clue at home; I used to totally love Clue, even though I cheated when I played, sometimes. Well, all the time. I wanted to win. There were boxes and boxes of Grampy’s old books, doctor books; one was called Surgical Procedures and Facial Deformities and believe me, you did not want to look at that. I flipped it open on one picture where this guy’s mouth was all grown sideways, and his eyes—his eye— Anyway. After that I stayed away from the boxes of books. And then I found you, Baby, stuffed down in a big box of clothes, chiffon scarves and unraveling lace, the cut-down skirts of fancy dresses, and old shirts like Army uniforms, with steel buttons and appliqués. At the bottom of the box were all kinds of shoes, spike heels, and a couple of satin evening bags with broken clasps. At first I thought you were a kind of purse, too, or a bag, all small and yellow and leathery. But then I turned you over, and I saw that you had a face.

My Review

I loved reading each clever, dark, and intriguing story. It still amazes me on how much exquisiteness is packed into this one collection. The tales impact you heavily with Koja's shockful, intense details. Compelling and almost strange, painful and breathtaking, whatever it may be. The stories, each story, has a deeper meaning. If you look for it. This heck of a ride roller coaster has been a fun one! Though I've never read or heard of Koja's works before, I am sure, many will agree, that Koja is very interesting and tactful with her writing. We find protagonists solving problems, starting problems. There's a bit of romance mixed in with horror and mystery. A beloved maturity, a desperate longing, a way to let go. I promise you will not regret or forget any of the stories. They made me grimace, laugh, cry and, well, human. Simply put, there are no words to describe the feeling I'm left with after finishing Koja's Velocities. IT WAS SO GOOD doesn't do the book enough justice. All in all, I highly recommend and encourage you to buy a copy. For yourself, your friends, your family, etc. It will truly make your day. Thanks for reading my review and let's tip our hats to Meerkat Press for the ARC! See ya all next time.