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Out There Screaming: An Anthology of New Black Horror Hardcover – October 3, 2023
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“Every piece is strong and memorable, making this not only likely to be the best anthology of the year, but one for the ages.”—The Guardian
LOCUS AWARD FINALIST • A BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR: Esquire, Chicago Public Library, CrimeReads
A cop begins seeing huge, blinking eyes where the headlights of cars should be that tell him who to pull over. Two freedom riders take a bus ride that leaves them stranded on a lonely road in Alabama where several unsettling somethings await them. A young girl dives into the depths of the Earth in search of the demon that killed her parents. These are just a few of the worlds of Out There Screaming, Jordan Peele’s anthology of all-new horror stories by Black writers. Featuring an introduction by Peele and an all-star roster of beloved writers and new voices, Out There Screaming is a master class in horror, and—like his spine-chilling films—its stories prey on everything we think we know about our world . . . and redefine what it means to be afraid.
Featuring stories by: Erin E. Adams, Violet Allen, Lesley Nneka Arimah, Maurice Broaddus, Chesya Burke, P. Djèlí Clark, Ezra Claytan Daniels, Tananarive Due, Nalo Hopkinson, N. K. Jemisin, Justin C. Key, L. D. Lewis, Nnedi Okorafor, Tochi Onyebuchi, Rebecca Roanhorse, Nicole D. Sconiers, Rion Amilcar Scott, Terence Taylor, and Cadwell Turnbull.
- Print length400 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherRandom House
- Publication dateOctober 3, 2023
- Dimensions6.38 x 1.27 x 9.49 inches
- ISBN-10059324379X
- ISBN-13978-0593243794
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“[An] electrifying anthology . . . These tales are all both gruesomely imaginative and firmly rooted in the realities of anti-Black racism and brutality—and there isn’t a weak one in the bunch. This is essential reading for any horror fan.”—Publishers Weekly, starred review
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Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
N. K. Jemisin
Black female, approximately midthirties, alone. Driving a hundred-thousand-dollar Tesla? Yeah, Carl would’ve stopped her regardless. Casually dressed. Not light-skinned or pretty enough to be some wealthy man’s side piece.
“What seems to be the problem, officer?” she asks as he comes up to the window. Hands in clear view on the steering wheel, no expression on her face. No smell of weed or anything else illicit, but he’ll find something. There’s always something, when he sees the eyes.
“License and registration, please,” he says.
“Is there some reason you’ve pulled me over? I’m pretty sure I wasn’t speeding.”
“License,” he says, slowly but (always!) politely, “and registration.”
She hesitates a moment longer, the silence between them punctuated by the windy drone of passing cars. Carl could take her in on the hesitation alone—obstruction or maybe resisting—but he waits. He’s a patient guy. After a moment, she takes her hands off the wheel, slowly. “I’m going to reach into the pocket here on my car door,” she says. “I keep my registration and other information in a small folio there. May I pull it out?”
“Be my guest,” Carl says, amused. So many “how to talk to police” videos on TikTok these days.
She hands him two cards. One is the registration, which is current. The other is her license, also current—and stuck to it, apparently by chance, is her membership card for the National Lawyers Guild. Also current.
He glances at her. She gazes off down the gently curving length of the interstate, as if unconcerned about his presence or whatever he might think of her little “Do you know who I am?” play. That’s not important, though. Where is her phone? Most drivers keep it on the seat or in the console next to them, or attached to a dash cradle. If it’s out of sight . . . Carl’s state allows one-party recording. Best to assume the worst.
So he hands back the woman’s documents. “Thank you, ma’am. You have a nice day.”
She looks fully at him for the first time, still with that neutral face—but her eyes are cold. Truth always lies in the eyes. “Can you tell me why you pulled me over, Officer . . . Billings?”
“Well, I can see them now, but at first I thought there was an issue with your headlights.” He moves away from the window, around to the front of the car. Her headlights are still on, and he’s familiar with what this make and model should have: LEDs with a white rim, inward-slanting. What’s actually on the front of this woman’s car are prettier than LEDs, and sly-looking. They shift to follow him as he moves into their range. Brown irises, just like those of the driver, and just as cold. No blinking, no ducking his gaze, just a steady, sharp stare back. Whatever she’s up to—because it’s always something—this bitch is ready for him.
He could take her in anyway. His dashcam is off, “malfunctioning.” Drag her out of the car, rough her up a little to let her know he’s not scared of her or any other lawyer, park her in holding until he can figure out what she’s really done. Probably better to shoot than arrest her, really; dead women file no lawsuits.
While still in front of the car, he glances up. There’s a tiny rectangular device behind her rearview mirror. Can’t make out what it is or tell where it’s aimed, but he’s pretty sure it’s a camera.
Could still do it. Black women don’t usually go viral.
He sighs and heads back to her window. “I apologize for pulling you over, ma’am, but there’s no issue that I can see at this time. You have a nice day.”
He feels her eyes—the ones in her face—against his profile as he turns back toward his car. “You, too, officer.”
Next time, whore.
Carl started seeing the eyes a few months back. Thought they were just some new headlight fad at first. Every year there’s a new one—neon rims, insectoid multiple bulbs, designs like hearts or cobra hoods. Tacky, but not illegal. These eyes, though, are far too realistic to be simply another mod. They blink. There are veins throughout the sclera, striations in the irises, boogers at the corners. Carl actually saw them manifest once, ordinary halogen one moment and then blink, and they were blinking. Since that moment he’s come to understand something else: The eyes are a magical thing, or supernatural, if there’s any difference. He asks around, casually mentioning the new headlight fad to a couple of his fellow highway patrol officers, but no one else has seen them. Nobody mentions freaky car-eyes. It’s a Carl-specific magic, or blessing, or psychic gift. Just for him.
There has to be a reason for it, so Carl starts pulling over anyone whose car has eyes to figure out what the reason might be. This is tricky at first. He usually sets up speed traps with his patrol car oriented along one side of the highway, with the traffic flow, but he sees the eyes most easily on the oncoming side. They’re never on the taillights. They actually glow with the same illumination as any headlights, beams angled through the pupils, so he loses a couple because it’s hard to clock the model or color of a car when one’s night vision has been ruined. Still, the first “eye car” he catches is a gold mine. Professionally dressed guy, nice (though not too nice) car, but there’s a faint chemical smell. Guy’s name is Gimenez. Chatty in a pretend-friendly way. Third-generation Cuban from Florida; makes sure to mention that he votes Republican. When Carl calls in a K9 unit, the guy stays cool, even offering them his suitcase to examine. The dog alerts on the guy’s suitcase, which turns out to have a couple of prerolls tucked into a pocket. Marijuana’s legal, as Mr. Gimenez clearly knows; nice red herring. He smiles when Carl and the K9 officer close the suitcase. Carl smiles back—and reminds Mr. Gimenez that he just drove a Schedule 1 substance over the line from a non-legal state, which gives Carl the pretext to do a full search of the car. Gimenez flips. Starts talking about lawsuits and calling the mayor of a city Carl’s never heard of. Anyway, there’s a palpable lump in the fabric of the car’s ceiling, which Carl cuts open to find two keys of pure South American white powder heroin, flattened and sewn into little vinyl pouches. There’s also a wrapped packet of cash—ten grand in small bills.
Unit captain later tells Carl that the heroin was worth more than two hundred thousand dollars in street value. No sign of the cash that Mr. Gimenez reported, but a drug dealer will lie about anything, won’t he? Anyway, Gimenez takes a plea bargain, and Highway Patrol gets to brag about a big bust on Facebook, so everybody’s happy.
Carl resolves to not call in any other units the next time he sees the eyes. His magic just bought the K9 guy a new deck, and the f***er didn’t even thank him for it.
Carl’s walking past his shift supervisor’s desk when the supervisor—Kinsey—gets up and follows him into the locker room. The room is empty since it’s not a shift change, and there are no cameras here. They’ve got privacy.
Carl doesn’t like Kinsey. Highway Patrol is full of good ol’ boys; they all bleed blue here but for most of ’em, the color white matters more. As in, Kinsey is. As in, Carl’s Black. Another reason he’s so careful.
“Getting some complaints,” Kinsey says, while Carl changes into his civvies. “I mean, I always get complaints, about everybody, but lately there’s a lot of new ‘no probable cause’ ones specific to you. You, uh, reading chicken bones or something?”
Funny. “I get hunches,” Carl says. “Same as everybody. I always make sure there’s cause on my reports, though, don’t I?”
Kinsey sighs, in a “these people” tone. Carl’s not sure whether it’s for him or for the complainants. “You know what it looks like when you break somebody’s arm after pulling them over for an ‘outdated inspection certificate’? You can’t think up anything better?”
“All I did was pull that kid out of the car. I wasn’t even trying to hurt him.” Apparently it was something called a torsion fracture. Kids don’t drink enough milk these days.
“Look.” Kinsey rubs his face, sounding annoyed at having to show empathy. “I get it, but you gotta remember people are out to get us. We’re just trying to keep them safe, but all they’re thinking about is how much they can get selling a video to TMZ, or suing the city. So can you try not to make it easy for them? Please?”
He walks away before Carl can answer. Duty done, now he doesn’t have to treat Carl like a person anymore.
Product details
- Publisher : Random House (October 3, 2023)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 400 pages
- ISBN-10 : 059324379X
- ISBN-13 : 978-0593243794
- Item Weight : 1.38 pounds
- Dimensions : 6.38 x 1.27 x 9.49 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #24,591 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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About the authors
TANANARIVE DUE (tah-nah-nah-REEVE doo) is an award-winning author who teaches Black Horror and Afrofuturism at UCLA.
A leading voice in Black speculative fiction for more than 20 years, Due has won an American Book Award, an NAACP Image Award, and a British Fantasy Award, and her writing has been included in best-of-the-year anthologies. Her books include The Reformatory (October 31, 2023), The Wishing Pool and Other Stories, Ghost Summer: Stories, My Soul to Keep, and The Good House. She and her late mother, civil rights activist Patricia Stephens Due, co-authored Freedom in the Family: A Mother-Daughter Memoir of the Fight for Civil Rights.
She and her husband/collaborator, Steven Barnes, wrote the Black Horror graphic novel The Keeper, illustrated by Marco Finnegan. Due and Barnes co-host a podcast, "Lifewriting: Write for Your Life!"
Join her email list at www.tananarivelist.com
Terence Taylor lives and writes in Gowanus, Brooklyn, with Shuri, his black cat and part-time muse. After years of comforting kids with award-winning children’s television written for PBS, Nickelodeon, and Disney, among others, he turned to scaring their parents in print. His short story "Plaything" appeared in Brandon Massey’s "Dark Dreams", the first horror-suspense anthology of African American authors. Terence’s work was in the next two volumes, and his short stories and nonfiction essays have since appeared in "Lightspeed", "Fantastic Stories of the Imagination", "Nightmare Magazine", "What the #@&% Is That?: The Saga Anthology of the Monstrous and the Macabre", "The Canterbury Nightmares", "Out There Screaming" and more.
His first novel, "Bite Marks", was a modern-day Grand Guignol about the unintended but catastrophic creation of an undead infant. Graced with a starred review by Publishers Weekly that described it as “a gritty, screenworthy supernatural noir set in 1980s New York,” it was followed by "Blood Pressure". Twenty years later, a new menace endangers the humans and vampires that survived book one. Terence will soon conclude his trilogy with "Past Life", set in 2027, as that rising horror threatens to end the world.
Rebecca Roanhorse is a Hugo and Nebula Award-winning speculative fiction writer. She lives in Northern New Mexico with her family.
Hi, I’m Cadwell Turnbull, award-winning author of the science fiction novel The Lesson and No Gods, No Monsters and We Are the Crisis.
My short fiction can be found in the pages of Asimov’s Science Fiction, Lightspeed, and Nightmare to name a few. My Nightmare story “Loneliness is in Your Blood” was selected for The Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy 2018. My Asimov’s novelette “Other Worlds and This One” was also selected as a notable story for the anthology. My short story “Jump” was selected for the Year’s Best Science Fiction and Fantasy 2019.
My debut novel The Lesson is set in my native U.S. Virgin Islands after an alien colonization. The Lesson was the recipient of the 2020 Neukom Institute Literary Award in the debut category. No Gods, No Monsters was a finalist for the Shirley Jackson Award and a winner of a Lambda Award.
Jordan Peele is an Oscar and Emmy Award–winning writer, producer, director, and the founder of Monkeypaw Productions. His debut feature, Get Out, was released in 2017 to widespread acclaim, earning four Academy Award nominations, winning Best Original Screenplay for Peele. In 2019, Peele wrote, produced, and directed his second feature, Us, which instantly became a smash hit with audiences and critics alike, posting the largest box-office opening for an original horror movie ever. In the summer of 2022, Peele released his third feature, the sci-fi horror epic Nope, which also opened to number one at the box office. Prior to Get Out, Peele was the co-creator of Comedy Central’s Key & Peele. Across five seasons, the show’s unique take on sketch comedy became a viral sensation online. In 2012, Peele formed his film and television company, Monkeypaw Productions, to champion unconventional storytelling through genre.
L.D. Lewis (she/her) is an editor, publisher, and Shirley Jackson award-nominated writer of speculative fiction. She serves as a founding creator and Project Manager for the World Fantasy and Hugo Award-winning FIYAH Literary Magazine. She also serves as the founding Director of (Hugo-nominated) FIYAHCON, Researcher for the (also award-winning) LeVar Burton Reads podcast, and pays the bills as the Director of Programs and Operations for Lambda Literary. She once chaired a Nebula Conference and Tech Directed a Nebula Award Ceremony (but hasn’t quite won a Nebula), and she runs the Ignyte Awards alongside Suzan Palumbo. She is the author of A Ruin of Shadows (Dancing Star Press, 2018) and her published short fiction and poetry includes numerous appearances in online publications, as well as Scholastic and Neon Hemlock anthologies, and Jordan Peele’s Out There Screaming. She lives in Georgia on perpetual deadline, with her partner, two cats, a coffee habit, and an impressive LEGO build collection.
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This collection was edited by actor/writer/director/Oscar winner Jordan Peele, who is mostly known for his comedy sketches and his horror films “Get Out”, “Us”, and “Nope”. Peele really understands what makes horror so intoxicating, so a curated collection of stories chosen by him feels like a no-brainer. All the stories were written by black authors, and some of them tackle issues that you might expect; “Reckless Eyeballing” by N.K. Jemisin delves into the horrors of profiling by police and how even a black cop can be problematic once he’s engrained in the system. “Pressure” by Ezra Claytan Daniels comments on being the only black person in a white family and the struggles that dynamic brings. “The Rider” by Tananarive Due “The Norwood Trouble” by Maurice Broaddus and “An American Fable” by Chesya Burke are all centered around the Jim Crow era in American history, and the horror that comes with being black in the south at that time. All these stories are very strong with their social themes and are kind of what one would expect when reading a book about what black people find scary.
The great thing about this collection though, is that isn’t all it is. Often in American media black creators are forced to tell stories about racial trauma because that’s what moves the needle. This collection doesn’t shy away from that, but it also has a lot of room for black authors to just tell scary stories that don’t use their race as a central theme. “Wandering Devil” by Cadwell Turnbull tells the story of a man who can’t settle down in his life, but there’s a hint that the reason is tied to something malevolent. “The Most Strongest Obeah Woman of the World” by Nalo Hopkinson is a story with some Cronenberg level body horror that made me wince several times. “Invasion of the Baby Snatchers” by Lesley Nneka is a cool sci-fi story about aliens using humans to breed an invasion. My favorite story in the collection, “Your Happy Place” by Terence Taylor, is a heartbreaking tale that asks what reality is and comments on America’s private prison system.
This collection feels like a season of “The Twilight Zone” which is honestly perfect considering Peele’s connection to the show. Not all the stories are bangers, but most of them are thought provoking, interesting, and unsettlingly scary. If anything, this collection gave me some new authors to follow as well as some complicated questions to ponder. I don’t know if this book is for everyone, but if you’re interested in expanding your pallet, I highly recommend it. Diving into situations one normally wouldn’t find scary and seeing them through a different lens can show you the horror you couldn’t see before, and for that reason alone I think this book is an experience worth having.
Dark Dreams anthology series was written /collected by Brandon Massey, Tanana Rive Due and Steven Barnes .
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Read this for:
👹 a collection of short stories collected by writer and director, Jordan Peele
👻 horror for every reader- speculative, historic, social, you name it
As always with short story collections and anthologies, there are always stories that are stronger than others! Plus, anthologies are a great way to discover new authors you’d love to check out more works from. Standouts for me are:
Reckless Eyeballing by NK Jemisin
Eye & Tooth by Rebecca Roanhorse
Pressure by Ezra Claytan Daniels
The Rider by Tananarive Due Flicker by L.D. Lewis
A Bird Sings by the Etching Tree by Nicole D. Sconiers Hide & Seek by P. Djèlí Clark
Reviewed in the United States on April 15, 2024
Read this for:
👹 a collection of short stories collected by writer and director, Jordan Peele
👻 horror for every reader- speculative, historic, social, you name it
As always with short story collections and anthologies, there are always stories that are stronger than others! Plus, anthologies are a great way to discover new authors you’d love to check out more works from. Standouts for me are:
Reckless Eyeballing by NK Jemisin
Eye & Tooth by Rebecca Roanhorse
Pressure by Ezra Claytan Daniels
The Rider by Tananarive Due Flicker by L.D. Lewis
A Bird Sings by the Etching Tree by Nicole D. Sconiers Hide & Seek by P. Djèlí Clark
Top reviews from other countries
Great variety of subject matter, all kinds of horror from traditional monsters to the monsters within and sci-fi, historical and folklore. It feels modern, each story bringing a new world to life.
Recommend very highly.
I was reading Jordan's forward about a "sunken place" and I had coincidentally just finished reading a book with a literal sunken place so the forward is a must read!
I was telling my daughter about this book and she said does this mean he's going to put out another movie?!
As amazing as that would be, I highly recommend you read this book in the meantime.
Don't ask for my favourites in this anthology because just about all of them are a hit!
My biggest misgiving is that some of the stories I was enjoying the most were just too short.