Oh man what a (stag)gering, magnificent, horrifying, unforgettable novel about the colonial + gendered politics of meat & the indomitable spirit of indigenous youth. I was mesmerised by this work — the first of Stephen Graham Jones that I’ve read — and wasn’t expecting it to hit so hard, dig so deep, or, randomly, contain possibly the most epic slam dunk of all time. I’ve never been so entranced by a sport scene. This is definitely one of my top reads of the year and maybe even one of my top reads of all time.