Manhunt

This was tough. I want to read transfemme horror, and I want to read transmisogynists getting it like they deserve. I want to read splatterpunk and shock horror, body horror and violence so intimate that it makes me want to climb out of my skin and shower while I put my shell in the wash. I read those genres indivually and love them.

And yet. I struggled with this. It's brutal and violent- but I've read worse. It's a little corny and overwrought- but I've read worse. It pivots between POVs of the good folks and the irredeemably-evil-but-well-rounded-and-human evil- and I've read both better and worse.

I liked it, I think. I won't read it again. It kind of sucks to read this sort of bigoted violent apocalypse and see edges of reality. It made me sick, but not in a thrilling way. It made me have to put the book down. That's a triumph, for sure. And yet I don't feel good.

I enjoyed the prose during the zombie body horror stuff. I enjoyed the (gratuitous and non-gratuitous) sex. I enjoyed the zombie apocalypse world-building. I enjoyed the community themes. I hated the TERFs, both in the way I was supposed to and I think in ways I wasn't supposed to. I wish Ramona's chapters weren't so long, though I think Ramona is well-written. I'm not sure. I'll leave this review for now.