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"Feminist food dystopia that raises interesting questions"

Chana Porter

Chana Porter is a theater artist, teacher, MacDowell fellow, and cofounder of The Octavia Project, a STEM and writing program for girls and trans and non-binary youth which uses speculative fiction to envision greater possibilities for our world. She lives in Los Angeles, California. Pronouns: she/they

Book Description

From the acclaimed author of The Seep, comes a provocative and astonishing new novel where three women from a strange new world seek to break free of a society that wants to constrain their attitudes to food, sex and their own bodies.

In the quaint religious town of Seagate, abstaining from food brings one closer to God.

But Beatrice Bolano is hungry. She craves the forbidden: butter, flambé, marzipan. As Seagate takes increasingly extreme measures to regulate every calorie its citizens consume, Beatrice must make a choice: give up her secret passion for cooking or leave the only community she has known.

Elsewhere, Reiko Rimando has left her modest roots for a college tech scholarship in the big city. A flawless student, she is set up for success . . . until her school pulls her funding, leaving her to face either a mountain of debt or a humiliating return home. But Reiko is done being at the mercy of the system. She forges a third path—outside of the law.

With the guidance of a mysterious cookbook written by a kitchen maid centuries ago, Beatrice and Reiko each grasp for a life of freedom—something more easily imagined than achieved in a world dominated by catastrophic corporate greed.

A startling fable of the entwined perils of capitalism, body politics, and the stigmas women face for appetites of every kind, Chana Porter’s profound new novel explores the reclamation of pleasure as a revolutionary act.

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rick
rick
1 year ago

Cannibalism and rebellion for the masses!

marie
marie
1 year ago

What in tartaria nation are these continual listings of the gender confused shiteshow? Did you start with Google or something ? Just list the reeking twerking list and be done to save our heads from torture. They are all too frozen brained and painful to go through one by one as if they are unique special desserts to be relished with some golden fork.