SNAPSHOTS FROM BROKEN MONSTERS (Lauren’s research photographs) 
"In front of her is the kiln and whatever’s inside. It’s huge, shaped like a sarcophagus, with a curved roof and chalky white bricks, scorched in places, and gas canisters and pipes down the side. A heat gauge pokes out jauntily from the side. It’s framed in black iron, with a metal rod handle, and rails to pull it out on, marked with yellow and black hazard stripes. Old-school industry, this.
Gabi thinks of all the fairytales she used to read Layla. Hansel holding out a chicken bone instead of his finger to prove that he wasn’t plump enough to go in the oven. Not yet. Cannibalism and murder and terrible parents. They all got sanitized. Kids can’t cope with the darkness, supposedly, but how else are we supposed to wrestle with it? How else are we supposed to prepare for this moment when you have to open the door not knowing what’s behind it? The dread prickling her scalp. Animal defense. Primitive fear.

Of course, for most people, death behind the door, the monster within, are purely metaphorical. Gabi gets the real fucking deal.” - Broken Monsters

SNAPSHOTS FROM BROKEN MONSTERS (Lauren’s research photographs) 

"In front of her is the kiln and whatever’s inside. It’s huge, shaped like a sarcophagus, with a curved roof and chalky white bricks, scorched in places, and gas canisters and pipes down the side. A heat gauge pokes out jauntily from the side. It’s framed in black iron, with a metal rod handle, and rails to pull it out on, marked with yellow and black hazard stripes. Old-school industry, this.

Gabi thinks of all the fairytales she used to read Layla. Hansel holding out a chicken bone instead of his finger to prove that he wasn’t plump enough to go in the oven. Not yet. Cannibalism and murder and terrible parents. They all got sanitized. Kids can’t cope with the darkness, supposedly, but how else are we supposed to wrestle with it? How else are we supposed to prepare for this moment when you have to open the door not knowing what’s behind it? The dread prickling her scalp. Animal defense. Primitive fear.

Of course, for most people, death behind the door, the monster within, are purely metaphorical. Gabi gets the real fucking deal.” - Broken Monsters

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My new novel, Broken Monsters, is out in the USA today! I’m doing a bunch of events and readings in San Diego, Los Angeles, Chicago, Detroit, New York and Boston. All info ——>

Tues 16 Sept 7pm @ Mysterious Galaxy, San Diego

7051 Clairemont Mesa Boulevard Suite 302, San Diego, CA 92111

Tel: 520-364-4774 or publicitymg@gmail.com

Wed 17 Sept 7pm @ Book Soup, Los Angeles with Sara Gran

8818 Sunset Boulevard, West Hollywood, CA 90069

Tel: 626-449-5320 www.booksoup.com

Thur 18 Sept 7pm @ Anderson’s Bookshop, Naperville, Illinois 

123 West Jefferson Avenue, Naperville, IL 60540

www.andersonsbookshop.com 630-355-2665

Friday 19 Sept 7pm @ Public Pool Artspace Literary Detroit (with Pages on Livernois)

Art party, Broken Monsters launch party, announcement of the first ever Write-A-House grant at the Public Pool Artspace, 3309 Caniff Ave, Hamtramck, MI 48212

9pm After Party at Signal-Return at Eastern Market.

Sunday 21 Sept 10am @ Brooklyn Book Festival, New York

Science and Speculation Panel, Borough Hall Media Room, Brooklyn Book Festival, Brooklyn Borough Hall.

Three genre-bending international bestsellers use Denmark, Detroit, Nigeria and South Africa for the backdrops of their wildly inventive fiction. Join authors Naja Marie Aidt(Baboon), Lauren Beukes (Broken Monsters) and Deji Olukotun (Nigerians in Space). Moderated by Laura Miller

Mon Sept 23 7pm WORD @ Housing Works with Jeff Vandermeer & Lev Grossman, New York

We’re All Mad Here: Authors Lauren Beukes (Broken Monsters), Lev Grossman (The Magician’s Land), and Jeff VanderMeer (Acceptance) talk the weird, the fantastical, and the magical, followed by a Q&A and signing.

Housing Works, 130 Crosby Street, New York, NY

Contact: Jenn Northington jenn@wordbookstores.com

Tues 23 Sept 7pm @ Porter Square Books, Boston with Joe Hill

Porter Square Shopping Center, 25 White Street, Cambridge, MA 02140

Phone: 617-491-2220 or email ellen@portersquarebooks.com

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Snapshots from Broken Monsters - Lauren Beukes’s Detroit research photographs
‘Detective?’ the uniform says. Because she’s just standing there staring down at the kid in the deep shadow of the tunnel, her hands jammed in the pockets of her jacket. She left her damn gloves in the car and her fingers are numb from the chill wind sneaking in off the river. Winter baring its teeth even though it’s only gone November. ‘Are you—’ 

‘Yeah, okay,’ she cuts him off, reading the name on his badge. ‘I’m thinking about the adhesive, Officer Jones.’ Because mere superglue wouldn’t do it. Holding the pieces together while the body was moved. This isn’t where the kid died. There’s not enough blood on the scene. And there’s no sign of his missing half. 
- Broken Monsters

Snapshots from Broken Monsters - Lauren Beukes’s Detroit research photographs

‘Detective?’ the uniform says. Because she’s just standing there staring down at the kid in the deep shadow of the tunnel, her hands jammed in the pockets of her jacket. She left her damn gloves in the car and her fingers are numb from the chill wind sneaking in off the river. Winter baring its teeth even though it’s only gone November. ‘Are you—’

‘Yeah, okay,’ she cuts him off, reading the name on his badge. ‘I’m thinking about the adhesive, Officer Jones.’ Because mere superglue wouldn’t do it. Holding the pieces together while the body was moved. This isn’t where the kid died. There’s not enough blood on the scene. And there’s no sign of his missing half. 

- Broken Monsters

Snapshots from Broken Monsters - Lauren Beukes’s research photographs 
‘It’s all right,’ he said, kneeling down, putting his hand on the animal’s warm neck. He could feel the life and strength of it under his palm. It panicked at his touch, kicking out, trying to get to its feet. But there was too much wreckage inside. 
He felt like he was falling into its eyes. There were doors opening in the trees all around him, a door swinging open in his head. 
Not yours, he thought. Nothing’s yours. 
‘It’s all right,’ he said again, stroking the animal’s neck. It shivered at his touch, but it didn’t try to kick again. 

‘I know how to do this.’ 
- Broken Monsters

Snapshots from Broken Monsters - Lauren Beukes’s research photographs 

‘It’s all right,’ he said, kneeling down, putting his hand on the animal’s warm neck. He could feel the life and strength of it under his palm. It panicked at his touch, kicking out, trying to get to its feet. But there was too much wreckage inside.

He felt like he was falling into its eyes. There were doors opening in the trees all around him, a door swinging open in his head.

Not yours, he thought. Nothing’s yours.

‘It’s all right,’ he said again, stroking the animal’s neck. It shivered at his touch, but it didn’t try to kick again. 

‘I know how to do this.’

- Broken Monsters

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So cute

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So cute

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Photo by Mary Ellen Mark: Twin prostitutes, date unknown

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Photo by Mary Ellen Mark: Twin prostitutes, date unknown

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Max Ernst. Illustration for Paul Eluard’s Répétitions. 1922.  

magictransistor:

Max Ernst. Illustration for Paul Eluard’s Répétitions. 1922.  

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