Friday Black

Breathtaking. Really: I found myself forgetting to breathe a few times.

The stories are hit or miss. The hits, though, are wallops; frightening; the kind of writing where you're not entirely sure if it's fiction, where you gulp and realize that you can envision the U.S. sliding into as reality. Dystopian not in the zombies-and-mutants sense but something much worse instead: worlds built from indifference, shallowness, blind self-centeredness.

Race plays a central role in some, but not all, of the stories. When it does, if you're Black, you'll probably just nod in recognition; if you're not, you may get some glimpses into what everyday life is like for some of our neighbors. You may recoil, maybe reassure yourself that things aren't really that bad. Aren't they? Take some time to ponder. And let's all of us see what we can do to move away from those possibilities.

Quick note: there is violence. Some of it is gruesome. You should read this anyway. You should read this.