It is particularly effective in Moniz’s exploration of race offering no pat lessons or easy conclusions, this collection has little interest in catering for a white gaze. There are a few instances where more ambiguity would be welcome, yet Milk Blood Heat is largely notable for its resistance to catharsis, and its bold play with abrupt endings and shorn down perspective. In these stories, the emotional and existential have not transcended the primal, they are found deep within it – the complexity of human experience forged in an interiority that is both physical and metaphysical, the body irrevocably entangled with the mind’s delicate business of grief, ambivalence, and want. Surfaces are sticky with salt and sun, food slick with oil, the scent of another person thrumming through the air. Moniz’s writing crackles with sensuality and the searing heat of the Southern summer, firmly locating every action, every brief thought within the emanations of the tangible world. Moniz’s hypnotic collection of short stories, the body is a lascivious, disobedient thing, a crucible for her Black female protagonists’ latent, unspoken desires and fears. A mother attempts to navigate the rift in her family in the aftermath of an almost affair. A young woman mourns her miscarriage, while another hesitates, bewildered at the new life inside her. Against her will, she softens.Two girls mix blood with milk, drinking the bowl dry to cement their porous friendship. It dawns on Margot that, old as she is, it’s her mother’s first time on this earth, too. “From here, her mother looks young - could be any of the girls, making sure the face she’s wearing is the one the world wants - and at this thought, Frankie suddenly breaks through, not just a mother, but a whole person. But perhaps the most moving moment in this story comes when Margot sees her mother sitting in the car and comes to an important realization. Moniz handles the concept of human connection as if it were a jewel, inspecting its every facet. After Frankie realizes something is going on between her daughter and a teacher, she intervenes in a thrilling and unexpected way. In her debut story collection Milk Blood Heat, Dantiel W. “Could this happen to her one day, some man make her small inside her own body?” she wonders. When Frankie confesses to her husband a transgression with another man she hadn’t even slept with, her teenager, Margot, can’t stand that her mother didn’t go after what she wanted yet was still punished for it. In another mesmerizing story, “The Hearts of Our Enemies,” a woman’s unconsummated affair creates a rift with her daughter.

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