Review: We Have Wings!
Rating: 5 out of 5
Date: 01 17, 2012
Compare the death of the young girl, the tight closing in of lonely in vast monstrous dark enveloping her, the horror of dying and memory of was,  so young,  without reason, in the beginning of Billie Sue Mosiman's Banished,  with the coming to life in human body that Nisroc experiences there and in Angelique, the utter ecstasy in a once dead form, of feeling all the senses, to be alive, the increments, the world sucked in by him, by taste and touch and smell,  the nothing of guilt or shame, the joyous unbounded megaphones of him, existing again and sad never.This is the magic is the beauty she describes to permanently, superbly and perfectly. Angelique shrewdly calculating, has centuries and eons to draw on,  with craftiness and guile, and torments Nisroc, fallen angel, with banishment and damnation of life eternal darkness remembering feeling always, the gigantic scaled horror of that  body of scared leaking out of the soul as with a little girl, going, to make Angelique  a new body.The story of mankind is in this prequel and the opening of the novel included here, and expanded  so magnificently in the novel. Life for us is telling us don't think, don't feel, that tight white-collar this says okay, feel occasionally, at a minimum, but don't like it and do the Lords work. But Nisroc is us and the child feeling, the ultimate rapture,  and how angry this makes me, so furious that life can be taken so quickly, so stupidly, and while we are here, we live like dead, the flower that is us can not grow, but turned inward, die, and this we call success.The comparison is so dynamic,  so sharp, so good, it's like standing on the edge of a cliff, with the blue or all the mornings of forever staring wingless us in the face, fall or fly,  decided for us, we without power , heavenly or the earthly. We decide a child can feel happy or sad or lonely and desperate or kind or loving. The shell the mother wants her dying daughter to live in again, who cares the reality of it,  the mummery, make her live at all costs.  With death and life getting mixed up every time. The stiff-necked rigidity, the grinding molars of it.The sheer outrage we don't feel, we compartmentalize and see  as if death before a chance to live is some kind of weird blessing. In her work are the games we are played with by the Angeliques, and the Nisrocs finally having had  enough of it. Ms.  Mosiman paints in gigantic strokes and in tiny human moments.And she does  a magnificent painterly job of it,  vastness and the beginning of one heart. And  a stop off for a moment to give Daisy her due. And to give to give Angelique. You she does free the animals," watch them escape, wonder what they would do?" Billie Sue Mosiman, magician. Quotation from The Me Nobody Knows.