Jemisin’s latest, The City We Became, left my emotions mixed and two months later I finally feel I can deconstruct the reasons why. Very rarely do I find myself so conflicted by a book, but N. Well, this review has been a long time coming. New York comes alive, each of its boroughs embodied in living person as a supernatural, otherworldly threat looms over the city. In Brooklyn, a politician and mother finds she can hear the songs of her city, pulsing to the beat of her Louboutin heels. In the Bronx, a Lenape gallery director discovers strange graffiti scattered throughout the city, so beautiful and powerful it’s as if the paint is literally calling to her. But he can sense the beating heart of the city, see its history, and feel its power. In Manhattan, a young grad student gets off the train and realizes he doesn’t remember who he is, where he’s from, or even his own name. Some are ancient as myths, and others are as new and destructive as children.
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