WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which – let’s be honest – is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years’ calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send ’em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
When the little blue mark came, of course it couldn’t tell me I was carrying a fox, just that I was pregnant. And even the scans didn’t seem to pick anything up, except they couldn’t agree whether or not I was carrying a girl or a boy. One hospital person seemed sure I was carrying a son. It all falls into place now of course, because that would have been her tail.
this is a short story about a woman who gives birth to a fox and the world is NOT COOL with it. she did not set out to have a fox-baby; she intercoursed a human male, but sometimes life throws you a genetic curveball and you end up with a child with heterochromia or a caul or sometimes they are a fox.
i do not have any children – that i know of- nor do i intend to. however, i have in the past publicly offered up my womb to science, for the noble cause of red panda-gestation, which offer still stands, if science can get their shit together. tick, tock mad scientists. in fact, i will offer it up for any endangered species that’ll fit and isn’t a bird or otherwise off-puttingly horned/clawed.
getting back on track, i loved this story because while everyone from the delivery room nurse to the foxen’s father, grandmother, and her mother’s friends and neighbors are horrified at the situation, the mother has the right idea, which is JACKPOT! A BABY FOX COMETH FROM MY LOINS!
obviously this is all meant to be allegorical &yadda, but i prefer to fantasize about me and my baby red panda having girls’ night over a bowl of chocolate ice cream and bamboo shoots. come knock me up already, science! the rest of youse,
read it for yourself here: