239 pages
Published 2024
Read from February 10 to February 13
Rating: 3.5 out of 5
Magica Riot has become something of a sensation in the queer small press world. It’s sold thousands of copies, which is practically unheard of in our sphere, and has an active fandom bursting with character art and social media presence, all things I doubt my own writing will ever inspire. (For comparison, my first self-published book has moved exactly twenty copies to date, three months after its release. The one review I’ve seen, while positive, misgendered me.) I haven’t been avoiding this book; I bought a copy, after all. But it can be almost intimidating to wade into a work with such fan presence. What if I don’t like it?
Small chance of that happening. I mean, it’s a 21st century War for the Oaks, complete with a punk band, except it centers on queer magical girls in Portland rather than fae courts in Minneapolis. Of course I'm gonna dig it.
Buchanan’s characters and setting pop from the page with efficient turns of phrase. As a writer, I tend toward the artsy and over-written. I agonize for days over individual word choices, getting in my own way more often than I actually craft worthwhile sentences. So I both appreciate and envy a fellow self-published author who can turn out zippy prose that tells the story and invests the reader with what they need to know, with a minimum of fuss. The first chapter, in particular, does an excellent job of establishing the narrator, the titular band, the book’s vibe, and the extradimensional dangers besetting Portland.
As a loving (and lovingly queer) tribute to the magical girl genre, Riot’s quips and combat can get as repetitive as the enemy-of-the-week episodes of Sailor Moon. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t going fuck flam yeah throughout.
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