PodCastle 215, Giant Episode: Ours is the Prettiest

Show Notes

Rated R for language, sex


Ours is the Prettiest

by Nalo Hopkinson

The camel bus had a black banner draped around it. The lettering on it was made to look ike bones, and read “We Dead Awaken.” Through the windows we could see the musicians, all of them wearing funereal black suits, including top hats tricked out with black lace veils. Even the musicians were playin’ mas’. It was a brass band, instruments shouting out the melody to a song I almost recognized.

Today was Jou’vert; the daylong free-for-all we were pleased to call a “parade” ushered in the week of bacchanalia that was Bordertown’s more or less annual Jamboree. Word had gone around town that thi year’s theme was “jazz funeral.” I was dressed as a Catrina from the Dia de los Muertos — a gorgeous femme skeleton in sultry widow’s weeds, complete with a massive picture hat.

I suppressed a sneeze; my sinuses were tingling. Juju breeze for true, blowing a withcy front of magic from the Realm into Bordertown. Juju weather always made things in Bordertown especially…interesting.

About the Author

Nalo Hopkinson

Nalo Hopkinson was born in Jamaica, and went on to live in Guyana, Trinidad, and Canada. She is a recipient of the Campbell, the World Fantasy, the Sunburst, and the Andre Norton Awards. She is a professor of Creative Writing at the University of California Riverside. She believes food is a very good idea.

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About the Narrator

Nalo Hopkinson

Nalo Hopkinson was born in Jamaica, and went on to live in Guyana, Trinidad, and Canada. She is a recipient of the Campbell, the World Fantasy, the Sunburst, and the Andre Norton Awards. She is a professor of Creative Writing at the University of California Riverside. She believes food is a very good idea.

Find more by Nalo Hopkinson

Elsewhere