A folie a deux. It can be a symptom of the greatest kind of love. Or the greatest horror. Because what can be a greater horror than when one person refuses to let go?
Bleed with Me is a pretty good novella by Maurice Broaddus from Delirium books. It read very fast and the story flowed well, but may not have been explored as deeply as the characters might have needed to fully flesh out this tale.
A story of strained relationships, lives gone sideways and a search for true love. There is a deep connection between Mario and Lorelei even though they have never met. The connection grows stronger and awakens a love that neither can fully explain. Can a mere moment of true love change the world for Lorelei and Mario? Or is it just one more painful memory that chews you up and stays with you forever?
Overall a good concept and enjoyable read that could have been “deeper” and left me wondering a little. Maurice Broaddus does know how to tell a story and I will be looking up his other work.
I have never read Maurice Broaddus before, and I think I can say that I did like BLEED WITH ME (BWM). I had read BLACK MERCY FALLS right before starting BWM, and you can tell that Broadus is a far more polished writer, at least in terms of prose style than Hawkes and Fulbright. Broaddus uses a somewhat lyrical prose style to add a bit of a flair to both his storytelling and also character and mood development. Well done on that account.
I think my major gripe with this story was that Broaddus never really explores how or why the two main characters are linked. We simply find out that they are (both mentally and physically) and the narrative continues from that point. Without that foundation, it really left me wondering as to what was driving this plot element. This linking could have used further exploration.
As a positive though, this story was heavily character driven, and the character development for most of the characters was outstanding. The juxtaposition between the two linked characters was nice. One character is dealing with the crushing banality of a suburban middle class life, stuck in a loveless marriage, while the other is dealing with the soul crushing existence of prostitution on the gritty streets of the inner city, watching his dreams of being a dancer fade into oblivion.
Our antagonist is a particularly vicious and cruel man who gets his just desserts in the end.
Readers should be forewarned though that Broaddus pulls no punches and a couple of the scenes were graphically horrific... one battery acid scene comes to mind. I'm a bit torn on Broaddus' approach with some of these scenes. While they were certainly impactful and appropriate to the gritty setting and mood he was trying to develop, I wonder if they were a bit over the top. Perhaps a slightly more nuanced approach might have fit the overall narrative a little better.