"All newcomers always cry their eyes out on their first day. It is only normal. Who wouldn't cry when they realize they are dead?"
How much of one's life lingers upon the threshold of mortality? Death and the Maiden is a captivating story that explores the afterlife, where the deceased are drawn back to their first day of departure. Wonderful storytelling; it combines the ethereal and the macabre, making it a great read. This is also one of the first Thai authors I’ve read.
Inhabiting a spectral tower in a dark city, Stella, a ghost who loves to wear beautiful dresses, shares his dwelling with the “Lost Ones”, remnants of young souls whose bodies were never discovered and the “Gamblers”, perpetual suicides in a haunting procession off the tower’s edge (lovingly called the “parade” but the children). Amidst the ghostly congregation, Vikal, Messenger of Death, oversees the ethereal realm that binds them all.
“𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑟𝑢𝑝𝐭 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔”
“𝑂𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑟.”
“𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑,” [𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬]
…”𝑊𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑠.”
Stella is in the tender care of Vikal, who plays his violin to create passages for departing spirits.
“𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒. 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒.” Stella yearns to leave the tower and accompany Vikal, who is reluctant to allow her to venture into the dangerous world of the living. However, as Stella drowns in the pain of memories of her death, Vikal relents and accepts her becoming his assistant. As long as Stella doesn’t interfere in his work; will Stella be able to restrain herself?
“𝑃𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑… 𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑’𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡. 𝐼𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡?”
“𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛”, ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠… “𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 ‘𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒’. 𝐼𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛.”
The narrative is an exploration of mortality but also a tender love story. The Messengers of Death, portrayed as “𝑏𝑖𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑… 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠” navigate a realm where demons, murderers, and death unfold. In Petcharapiracht’s narrative, Death emerges as a nuanced character, gentle and troubled. Love, steadfast against the erosion of time and space, emerges as a powerful force.
Petcharapiracht’s writing uncovers a narrative with twists and turns that mimmick the classical plays that are the titles of each chapter. The book is like a symphony, and I invite you to listen to the plays as you read. The experience is unique. A captivating read, the book blends beautiful prose with a fast-paced narrative that explores the interplay of life, death, and the enduring power of love. Despite its dark, Gothic theme, it is a book that will brings you to tears.