Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Weep, Woman, Weep


A compelling gothic fairytale by bruja and award-winning writer Maria DeBlassie.

The women of Sueño, New Mexico don’t know how to live a life without sorrows. That’s La Llorona’s doing. She roams the waterways looking for the next generation of girls to baptize, filling them with more tears than any woman should have to hold. And there’s not much they can do about the Weeping Woman except to avoid walking along the riverbank at night and to try to keep their sadness in check. That’s what attracts her to them: the pain and heartache that gets passed down from one generation of women to the next.

 

Mercy knows this, probably better than anyone. She lost her best friend to La Llorona and almost found a watery grave herself. But she survived. Only she didn’t come back quite right and she knows La Llorona won’t be satisfied until she drags the one soul that got away back to the bottom of the river.

 

In a battle for her life, Mercy fights to break the chains of generational trauma and reclaim her soul free from ancestral hauntings by turning to the only things that she knows can save her: plant medicine, pulp books, and the promise of a love so strong not even La Llorona can stop it from happening. What unfolds is a stunning tale of one woman’s journey into magic, healing, and rebirth.


My review...

This is sort of a magical fairy tale but could also be called a folk tale. It’s easy to read and enjoyable. Two young girls growing up in a rural area not far from Esperanza become good friends. Mercy and Sherry each have their own home problems. Mercy has a strong mother but no father, and Sherry has a mother who is an alcoholic and has one man after another in her home. The young girls have their dreams and plan to get away as soon as possible. The legend, Llorona, the Weeping Woman, is always looking for weak crying girls to pull into the Rio Grande and sweep them away. So Mercy and Sherry always try to be strong and not “weepy” so La Llorona cannot find them. As you can imagine, to make a story good, things do not work out the way they dreamed or planned.   

This is a sweet story. I thought it was bittersweet. It’s well written and reads smooth and easy. It’s not a long book, 130+ pages. I think anyone enjoying  women’s fiction would like it and it would make a great YA book too.


read an excerpt...

I am built for tears.

It’s in my blood. The women in my family didn’t know how to have a life without sorrows. If they couldn’t find any, they made them.

I was always finding ways to punish myself if I got too happy. I’d get excited about the paperbacks— bodice rippers, mostly—that I’d buy from the used bookstore on the corner of Main Street, and if I liked the ending of one too much, I’d throw it out. Couldn’t do with too much happiness in the house.

We were not allowed the things that made us want to rise up like sunflowers. Our mothers weren’t allowed them, so we couldn’t have them either. My mom used to hide her secret chocolate stash in one of the rusty tin cans she collected, always half-cutting herself when she reached in for something sweet. It was like she couldn’t taste the melty goodness without reminding herself that the world was full of sharp, ugly things. Suppose that’s where I got it from.

When I look back on things, I always remember the way she seemed to shrink with age. She had the thin bones and pale face of the Spanish—something I hadn’t inherited with my tall frame and tan skin. She always looked frailer than she was somehow, like the years working at the local diner slowly ate away at her.

She didn’t used to be that way.

I have this memory of her from when I was very young. She looked so fresh and happy, hanging the laundry up on the line, the wind whipping through her hair and kicking up her skirt as she sang her cantos. I mean, she was all sunshine and freshly washed sheets. She had this knack, too, for growing things. Like she could just reach down and touch the earth and know what it needed. That was before I knew about all the bruises and heartache hidden under a buttoned-up dress. Before he left her with a pile of bills and loneliness and me.

I didn't know my father, but I didn’t like what he left behind, so I was glad I never had to look at him. All I knew was one day she had me, inherited a small adobe house on a couple acres of land next to the Bosque—we were all that was left of our family—and spent the rest of her life trying to keep that roof over our heads and men from the house.

I used to stay awake at night, trying to figure out ways not to turn out like that.

 

about Maria DeBlassie...


Dr. Maria DeBlassie is a native New Mexican mestiza and award-winning writer and educator living in the Land of Enchantment. She writes about everyday magic, ordinary gothic, and all things witchy. When she is not practicing brujeria, she's teaching classes about bodice rippers, modern mystics, and things that go bump in the night. She is forever looking for magic in her life and somehow always finding more than she thought was there. Find out more about Maria and conjuring everyday magic at www.mariadeblassie.com.

 

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4 comments:

  1. Thank you for your thoughtful review! I appreciate you taking the time to read my book!

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  2. This looks like such a good read and the cover is wonderful

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  3. Really enjoyed having you here on Our Town Books. Best of luck with your book. --kathy

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