By Michelle Tea
Desperate to quell her addictions to drugs, disastrous romance, and nineties San Francisco, Michelle heads south for LA. But soon it’s officially announced that the world will end in one year, and life in the sprawling metropolis becomes increasingly weird. This new book from poet Michelle Tea explored the opportunity of dancing with the apocalypse; it’s odd and funny, dark and engaging, dangerous, dirty and seriously enlightening and packs a clear sparkling punch, time and time again.
I started this book as soon as I’d finished it, needed to read it again to enjoy Tea’s ambitious delicious prose as it slowly wrapped itself around the end…. is this how it ends? I hope so bumping and grinding from genre to genre, through time and ideas and never quite settling anywhere, while all the time staring you down from the crepuscular depths of addiction and despair, like the black wave of the title. It’s there, huge, looming, undeniable, irresistible change itself.
Teas’ prose is wonderful, Queer, lusciously Lesbo, darkly Dykey and frothy, filthy and fun. It’s a seriously gripping and evocative tale of Queer women love in all the messy hyper clarity colourful mixed up ways that Tea can tweak and twist her lady loving ideas into. I laughed out loud a few times just as her wonderful sentences and re-reading the book was a joy.
A book with huge startling grace and a stunning examination of our need to find meaning in a world gone mad and going for good.
Out now £10
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