Femlandia

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Christina Dalcher is a master story-teller and her books are engaging and well-written, keeping you hooked and engaged to the last page. Are the secrets and foundations Femlandia is built on safe for Miranda and Emma, or could they be more dangerous behind the walls than the horrors outside? Fuck this book and its harmful depictions of feminism, insulting portrayals of men, rampant transphobia, and boring one-dimensional characters. and my personal favourite "We know the date - Black Wednesday, April 1st, the year of our Lord two thousand and something.

Following a national economic collapse and the suicide of her tech-venture husband, Miranda Reynolds seeks shelter for herself and her teenage daughter in the one place she swore she’d never go: Femlandia, a woman-only separatist commune founded by her estranged mother, Win. Thanks to Netgalley and the publisher for providing me with a copy of this title in exchange for an honest review. This novel looks at the lives of Win and Miranda, of issues surrounding motherhood, pregnancy and cults. It’s inside the colony that Miranda must figure out a way to save herself and everyone else from the Cult her mother created, or die trying. As the story progresses and we arrive in Femlandia, a sanctuary for women away from the harshness of what is happening to the rest of the world and away from all men.In one of the greatest bits of unintentional character-building I’ve ever encountered, Miranda reveals herself to be the kind of person who tips at Starbucks by rounding up.

Oh yeah, thank you Net Galley and HQ for a digital copy of this book in exchange for a brutally honest review.Sounds cool, sounds like something I would happily consume, hell, maybe I’d even consider launching my own commune. She and Miranda parted ways long ago because of her extremist views, but Miranda figures Femlandia is just as safe a place as any to seek refuge.

Instead, what I found in this story were harmful depictions of feminism, a hefty dose of TERF-ness, a hearty dash of ‘not all men’ somehow mixed with a generous splash of ‘men are disgusting animals’, all in a bright pink package with two ‘X’s on the cover. Christina Dalcher is an author that I was already familiar with after reading her novel, Vox, which was compared to Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale. Nick took a different road, one that ended on the last day of April when he set off for the North Carolina Smokies in his car, texted me an "I'm so sorry, babe," and drove the Maserati coupe off the side of a mountain. But nope, from the second our MC arrives at Femlandia, we’re stuck watching her try to be clever and bring the place down from the inside.

If you cannot handle nightmarish dystopian thrillers with graphic violence, you get to choose another read.