This was my first experience with Nethercott’s writing, and it immediately resonated with me. But approaching this review, I found myself drawing a blank. It was a really solid collection, with far more hits than misses, and I felt that there was a wonderful cohesion to the collection as a whole. I loved the dark fairy tale vibes. But that’s pretty much all I can come up with. Short story collections are difficult to rate and review. I feel that each story deserves its own attention. So, instead of giving an overarching review, I’m going to include the notes I kept as I read each story. They’re rough, and some are basically just quotes, but they’re what stood out to me as I was reading. If you want to know if I think the collection is worth your time, the answer is yes. If you want to know what I thought of each story, you can find that below, along with my rating of each.
Sundown at the Eternal Staircase: 3
[ ] Right off the bat, Nethercott has a fascinating writing style. I was reminded of Neil Gaiman and Kelly Link, but Nethercott's voice is also completely unique.
[ ] I like the cyclical nature of the story; it was fitting for a tale focussed around a supernatural stairway.
[ ] However, while I was interested in the structure and the staircase itself, the story didn't do much for me. It felt half-formed.
A Diviner's Abecedarian: 5
[ ] The alphabet setup of this is wonderful. A story in tiny vignettes.
[ ] Serious Coven vibes, but younger.
[ ] I like how none of the six girls in the group is ever named. Instead, they are "the one of us with the long blonde hair" or "the one of us with the hoop earrings."
[ ] This kind of groupthink, as well as the shared belief of your own imaginings and how special you are collectively, and the mean girl behavior, feel wholly accurate regarding girls of that age.
[ ] But how much of their "magic" is imagined, and how much is in some way real?
[ ] We are also give a subtle glance into what it's like to be the New Girl, the outsider in a group like this.
[ ] Loved this one. Incredibly unique!
The Thread Boy: 5
[ ] This one felt very much like a fairytale in tone and style.
[ ] The constant sewing imagery was a lovely touch.
[ ] A lovely, somewhat maudlin look at how we can't help but leave a piece of ourselves behind with every relationship, experience, and place that matters. Those ties can hurt, but they're also what make life so beautiful.
Fox Jaw: 1.5
[ ] "It's true--you can't really be angry with someone without loving them first. Sort of the way that you can't cook a meal without heating the pan. You have to care to the point that the grease starts spitting up at you in pinpricks, and then, only then, can the anger start."
[ ] You can't give other people pieces of yourself. You need all of them. And yet, we can't help but give ourselves away, anyway. Those who take the most deserve the least.
[ ] This story is really strange. And not necessarily in a good way. It's unusual and poetic, and oddly repellent.
The War of Fog: 3.5
[ ] "The more I grow to love a man, the less I tend to like him."
[ ] "War cannot be imagined, for those who have not witnessed it cannot truly fathom it, and for those who have borne witness--it is no longer an imagining. It is a boot print permanently crushed into the heart."
[ ] "No war could be more sanguinary. More storied. Yes, this is THE War. The only war that has ever been or will be--because it is ours. In this way, war is like love."
[ ] This story felt very metaphysical, describing a war in a time loop, but only from a peripheral viewpoint. A fascinating concept that I wish I'd been quicker to grasp.
Drowning Lessons: 3
[ ] "My sister has drowned 37 times." What an opener.
[ ] "Maybe this is the difference between want and yearn: Want can be flipped on and off like a fuse. Want can be indulged in or set aside. Yearn is something else. You can hear it in the shape of the word."
[ ] "If nobody really knows you, then no one knows if you’re telling the truth. And if no one knows if you’re telling the truth, you can decide what the truth is, and what it isn’t. You have the control. Even when the water is rising."
[ ] Odd. Sad. Lonely.
The Autumn Kill: 4
[ ] The tone here makes me think of Greek myth, as if the narrator is a huntress of Artemis. And then it swaps to a setting rooted in modern reality, with a dystopian vibe.
[ ] "I was killed once, too—swept from my mother’s bed and carved into a huntress. My neighbors sharpened my hands into bayonets. Turned my hip to dagger sheath. My teeth, they filed down to points. They made me chant the song a spine sings when it breaks. Little lullaby. Then they married me to the Hunter’s Moon, and I wore a dog-jaw crown."
[ ] "Please shut up about the end of the world. Yes, the world changed. It does not matter how or when. All worlds end, at some point, and new ones sprout from them."
[ ] "We use the debris of our old lives as weapons. Everything can be a weapon, if held skillfully."
[ ] Dark. Sad. Fierce. Resigned. Defiant.
Fifty Beasts to Break Your Heart: 3
[ ] A bestiary, but an exceedingly odd one. Written by florists, for when flowers aren't meaningful enough, or can't convey what needs to be understood.
[ ] "Monsters and flowers aren't much different."
[ ] "But what to do when the primrose is not enough? When the greenhouse can no longrt contain a client's longing? Then--a bolder bouquet is needed."
[ ] Some of the wording gave me Gaiman vibes. Some creatures reminded me of Studio Ghibli films, like Spirited Away.
[ ] There is a bit of a through-plot binding this piece together, but it's a weird one.
[ ] Some of the illustrations feel like fever dreams.
A Lily is a Lily: 4
[ ] "As everyone knows, when a person is missed enough, a ghost is born."
[ ] "Like any gaseous form, she could expand and contract to fill the container of his heart in whatever way it needed to be filled."
[ ] "Every detail of her too sharp, too true, too present. She left nothing to long for, to reach toward, and miss."
[ ] Can you love the memory of someone so much that the reality of them is a disappointment?
[ ] Sweet, maudlin, sad.
Dear Henrietta: 3.5
[ ] "Have you ever kept a secret for no good reason? Maybe it wasn’t juicy enough to tell. Maybe there was no one you liked well enough to tell it to. Or maybe you kept the secret so well, you even kept it from yourself—and when you reached to retrieve it, the secret hovered on the edge of your memory like an insect, batting and batting against a screen door, but fluttering off when you tried to catch it in the cage of your fingers."
[ ] This felt like an a24 movie. Very odd and inexplicably creepy. Unsettling.
Possessions: 3.5
[ ] "I heard once that everybody dies twice—once when their heart stops, and again when their name is spoken for the last time. But there is another sort of dying in between, a crueler death: when those you love begin to make choices they would never make if you were there. If you were alive. Things that would be thoughtless, brutal even, but in your absence, become benign."
[ ] Another sad, existentially disturbing little story.
Homebody: 4
[ ] 2nd person. Always a risk. Tends to work better for short stories than longer form fiction, though.
[ ] "The first moment you saw Marlow, you didn’t love him. Then in the second moment, you did." - A lovely way to convey falling in love. But sometimes, those first instincts are correct.
[ ] This relationship felt dangerous to me from the first night, bound to gradually become more and more toxic and controlling.
[ ] The subtle shift from feeling pretty to feeling less, all because of one remark. A textbook opening line of abuse.
[ ] This story is all about how much of yourself you will give away or tamp down in order to please a person, and how that level of capitulation is rarely enough to keep them. Incredibly sad.
A Haunted Calendar: 2.5
[ ] "Day 6 Ghost (noun): The suspended sensation of watching a wineglass tilt off a table’s edge—knowing it will shatter, but being powerless to stop it."
[ ] "Day 25 Fact: Ghosts do not belong only to the dead. They belong to whatever is absent. A sweetheart. A misplaced key. A hometown you fled in a glinting jet plane while swearing never, never to return."
[ ] Some of these entries feel like those 2 sentence horror stories. Other feel like observations or poetic musings on death or hauntings.
[ ] The way it ends is unsettling.
The Plums at the End of the World: 5
[ ] The dangers of repressed desire, and how it will inevitably lead you to crazier actions than what you craved in the first place.
[ ] "...yearning can shackle you if you don't treat it kindly."
[ ] "No, my monstrosity is not animal, nor human. It comes from a blending of the two."
[ ] “It’s not the dark we’re afraid of,” the goat girl continued, “it’s being in darkness with eyes that were built for the light. It’s not a lone ghost we’re afraid of—it’s the ghost appearing in the realm of the living, in the same room as our breathing bodies. We are never afraid of a thing on its own, as it is. We’re afraid of something intruding in a context in which it doesn’t belong."
[ ] "What is a monster? It’s a contradiction. A creature who houses two dissonant aspects... Am I a monster? Yes, love, I am. I am a monster because I contain too much.”
[ ] “What is a monster but someone who can see this world from both sides? ... What is monster if not someone, some thing, caught between?”
[ ] A brilliant, horrid way to end the collection.