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592 pages, Hardcover
First published November 10, 2014
My mother and my grands and my great-grands been Sengle pure. Our people be a tarry night sort, and we skinny and long. My brother Driver climb a tree with only hands, because our bones so light, our muscles fortey strong. We flee like a dragonfly over water, we fight like ten guns, and we be bell to see. Other children go deranged and unpredictable for our love.
We Sengles be a wandering sort. We never grown nothing from anything, never had no tato patch nor cornfield. Be thieves, and brave to hunt. A Sengle hungry even when he eat, even when he rich, he still want to grab and rob, he hungry for something he ain’t never seen nor thought of. We was proud, we was ridiculous as wild animals, but we was bell and strong. (p. 3)
And I know inside this final loss, I going to save this place. I be small in all this blackness world, this ship of drunken vampires, but through my hearten wounds, I living yet, and all my love the same. Nor death been ever arguments to me, I know my truth. I know ain’t evils in no life nor cruelties in no red hell can change the vally heart of Ice Cream Star. (p. 580)
"This is a bleak and brutal book, but when one encounters a vision of this scale and originality, that must be respected." *well.. i don't really know what this book is supposed to be doing... or who it's aimed at? not that that matters, probably. i was entertained, to a point. i was impressed, to a point. the use of language was interesting and inventive, and i didn't find it difficult (i have read many reviews where people couldn't get past the language. i recognize it's different and will not be for all readers. you will know fairly quickly if it's for you, or not as you are dropped right into it from page one, with no assistance from a glossary.)
Before murder wars, it been ten Christing homes in Massa woods. These people mostly fleeing north, whoever can survive. Now only Christing Tophet stay. Ya, in time before and time remaining, Christings live the same. House got one husband ruling it, with any-number wives and every enfant that they breed. And all believe a god who live in two sticks. Each Christing wear around their neck a string with two sticks crossing - and truth, is healthy people. Can think, this god do something, they live fatter than no Sengle child.