Three kinds of people live in Zombie City-La Boca Del Diablo: the zombies, los vivos, and the ghosts. Officer Jimena Villagrán, not truly at home with any of these groups, patrols the barrio for stalking monsters. Magic con men and discarded needles make this beat hazardous enough, but the latest rash of murders threatens to up the ante by outing the horrors of Jimena's personal history.
I was born in Bangkok, Thailand -- the daughter of a Mexican-Guatemalan artist and an American businessman. I grew up in Guatemala, and moved to the United States when I was 15. I studied filmmaking and creative writing at Sarah Lawrence College in Bronxville, N.Y., which -- it has to be said -- suited me for none (and every one) of the occupations I've plied since.
I've done stints as everything from art gallery assistant to the director of a historic opera house, but eventually found my way, permanently, to newspapers. I've been staff writer, production coordinator, editor and managing editor at a string of local weekly newspapers in New York and Pennsylvania; I briefly edited a monthly magazine as well. I'm currently the managing editor at Philadelphia's largest Spanish-language newspaper, Al Día news.I'm something of a social media enthusiast, at both work and play, and habitually haunt the Latinos in Social Media twitter party (#latism) and Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers Chat (#sffwrtcht).
In addition to news, I write speculative fiction and poetry. My poetry has appeared in Dappled Things, Graham House Review, We'Moon, La Bloga's Floricanto online and Scheherezade's Bequest at Cabinet des Fees. My fiction has appeared at Tor.com, Strange Horizons, Crossed Genres #24 and in the Long Hidden: Speculative Fiction from the Margins of History; The Many Tortures of Anthony Cardno; Menial: Skilled Labor in Science Fiction; Fat Girl in a Strange Land and Crossed Genres Year Two anthologies and is slated to appear in an upcoming issue of GUD magazine and in the anthology Latino/a Rising.
Though my favorite place in the world is a small log cabin in the Central New York woods, I live in a charming, dilapidated old farmhouse about an hour outside of Philadelphia, with my husband (a diehard Minnesota Twins fan) and a brilliant and cantankerous teenage daughter who refuses to speak Spanish though her pronunciation is perfect.
This short story is a case of intriguing concept/disengaging writing. Don’t take my word for it, though, here are some of hers:
I am at B Street and Somerset, headed for Zombie City. Or La Boca del Diablo – the Devil’s Mouth – as the Latinos in the surrounding barrio call it.
Neither name shows up on the GPS, of course, because maps are pure fantasy. What is real doesn’t fit on the grid. The Zombie City/La Boca del Diablo is real.
These are the first two paragraphs *snores*.
The concept of this story is really quite interesting, though. A barrio inhabited by zombies, ghosts, los vivos, witches and monsters. A cop, hiding a secret that’s tearing her apart, stands on the edge; the last line in the defence between this land and its own self-destruction. Her two duelling natures wage a war within her, as she patrols streets and buildings perhaps best left forgotten. A new world, with new racisms and prejudices, rooted in old hatreds. I loved the IDEA of this story, however, I found the execution of it…. wanting, to say the least.
This short story is written like a very rough first draft of a story rather than a final copy. Although there are moments of brilliance to be found, it’s floundering. These moments are overwhelmed by continuous repetition of racial barriers and pre-conceptions of varying species. What ultimately happened, I believe, is that Vourvoulias got caught up in the details and forgot to tell the actual story.
I find myself wishing that another writer had tackled this idea, or failing that, that Vourvoulias had tackled it with a better idea of incorporation and balance for all the different ideas and thoughts she tries to shuffle into this 17 page story. Perhaps a novella would have been a better structure for this.
Vivid short story--an urban fantasy with vampires (or something like vampires), but also a nifty little story about identity and injustice and police brutality. Vourvoulias is apparently a Philly resident, and this story is set in a Philly that many of us never see (while many others see all the time). This is the kind of story that I've been discovering this year that has made me excited about the possibilities of fantasy for the first time in years.
Well, that was weird. I needed more story. The world seems interesting but I was missing the details which you can't really get in 30 pages of story. I would like to read a longer work set in this world.
An interesting urban fantasy with a Latin flavor. Three kinds of people live in Zombie City-La Boca Del Diablo: the zombies, los vivos, and the ghosts. Officer Jimena Villagrán, not truly at home with any of these groups, patrols the barrio for stalking monsters. Magic con men and discarded needles make this beat hazardous enough, but the latest rash of murders threatens to up the ante by outing the horrors of Jimena's personal history.
A really interesting concept and good writing, but not as fleshed-out as it could have been. It felt almost like I was reading excerpts from a novel-length piece.