In the best possible way. Her short stories are not light and sweet, best consumed in the bath with hot chocolate or tea in hand. They will, if you are in fact in the bath, make you want to plunge your head underwater quite suddenly and see how long it takes for you to force the air out of your lungs, until the razor edge of oxygen deprivation slices into your throat and yanks you back out.
I mean this in the best possible way.
Jincy Willet doesn’t billet herself as a feminist writer, but she is. Yes, yes she is. Her women are terrifying forces of the darkest parts of human nature, and they are completely normal. They are the people you walk past in the street who are barely hiding mass nebulae of anxiety behind carefully bored faces. They’re so real, it’s sort of painful to read about them, because they are you and everyone you know, and everyone you’re afraid of.
There’s a lot of fear in my thoughts of Jincy Willet, but it’s the exciting kind. Very often I’d be halfway through a short story and I’d think, hm, I don’t know about this one. But they got me every time, like an unfortunate barb to the cheek when you stand too close to someone fishing.
These stories are so amazing, that I had to write about them on two blogs.
ALSO! Here is the blog for the zine we are putting out and currently taking submissions for. The blog will have reviews, music, art, photography, writing, what-have-you, mostly relating to feminism at the mo. So check it out if you like cool things, and also feminism, not that the two are mutually exclusive! They’re not!