Dizz Tate, from Brutes
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Dizz Tate, from Brutes
Book haul ! (some used, some new...)
So I read Brutes by Dizz Tate, and it was a 5/5 ⭐️ for me :]
BIG spoilers below
BRUTES BY DIZZ TATE
The Virgin Suicides meets The Florida Project in this wildly original debut—a coming-of-age story about the crucible of girlhood, from a writer of rare and startling talent
We would not be born out of sweetness, we were born out of rage, we felt it in our bones.
In Falls Landing, Florida—a place built of theme parks, swampy lakes, and scorched bougainvillea flowers—something sinister lurks in the deep. A gang of thirteen-year-old girls obsessively orbit around the local preacher's daughter, Sammy. She is mesmerizing, older, and in love with Eddie. But suddenly, Sammy goes missing. Where is she? Watching from a distance, they edge ever closer to discovering a dark secret about their fame-hungry town and the cruel cost of a ticket out. What they see will continue to haunt them for the rest of their lives.
Through a darkly beautiful and brutally compelling lens, Dizz Tate captures the violence, horrors, and manic joys of girlhood. Brutes is a novel about the seemingly unbreakable bonds in the "we" of young friendship, and the moment it is broken forever.
web weaving on “child’s innocence” pls! Thankyou!
Our mothers are so innocent. They don’t know anything about our fierce attachments, our hatching hearts.
Laughter, softness, sweetness and surprise,
Laura Marling, Song For Our Daughter :: Katja Kemnitz, too much love” :: Dizz Tate, Brutes :: Macke August, Walter 3 Tage :: Marya Zaturenska, from The Collected Poems; “Children of the Island,” :: Eugène Carrière, Sleep :: Benedict Wells, the end of loneliness
kofi
There is a specifically Floridan smell, the stink of America (microwaved plastic, air freshener, hot oil) mixed with mildew and something else, something ancient, rotting, and sweaty, possibly life.
Brutes, Dizz Tate
reading reviews about brutes by dizz tate after reading the book really reminded me why its so important to pick books out blindly sometimes. literary criticism is soooo dead like what do you mean you understood nothing of this? it had some of the simplest arcs ever (true that the metaphors were detailed and unclear but not understanding a metaphor doesn’t mean you haven’t understood anything)
''my love for him had been so pure and desperate, like a smudgy gel pen heart''
- brutes, dizz tate