This book was so overdescriptive and overwritten it was exhausting.
I'm sorry to say, but someone must've kindly told the writer, who has a degree in English, that her prose is so overwrought it's ridiculous, surely? When I first tried her work, I found hers was the purplest prose I had ever read since some French classics, and that she had neglected characterisation and plotting in favour of being so absorbed in finding the next precious words to string together. In Nocturne, Wees has hardly improved on the pretentiousness or the purple.
The first thing you notice is the propensity for using a dozen words where one would suffice and needless wanderings that add nothing to the plot, and that the author overdescribes everything from the colour of the sky to a character's retching to the appearance of snow on a coat, and what's worse, can't create an emotion without going all purple prose and telling us everything about it, with analogies and metaphors that make you feel annoyed for how shallow they are and leaving you with the impression of a whiny main character that can only think of every single thing that crosses her head or her field of vision as if she's some addict to hallucinogens that absolutely has to describe every single little detail. And she comes off as empty, with no depth, no personality. A blank canvas to pour lovely-sounding but ultimately superfluous phrases over. Grace Dragotta has the quality of a receptacle mixed with a human camera.
Then, whilst you're wading through that purple prose mudlake all huffing and puffing, you try to make sense of the plot, which suffers from authorial lack of focus. What is the story here, really? What does this story want to be? I don't know, and I wonder if the author does, too. At first, it looks like Beauty and the Beast, but then all this has of B&B is Grace's imaginings about her patron being a "beast" and a "monster," and him being called La Rosa ("the rose"), which is too thin to be B&B. Is this Phantom of the Opera? It would appear so from the mysterious patronage for a talented artist, but then it's clear that La Rosa is no Erik and Grace is no Christine. She's not been chosen because he is a great connoisseur of ballet that wants to help an unsung talent shine, and she doesn't have an exceptional talent either. So, what is this?
Is this Hades and Persephone? It would make sense, it does make sense as such, what with the Underworld and the kidnapping and the souls, but then this male lead is... how to put it, Death that can be killed. Does that make sense? No. Then, is this Death and the Maiden? Gotcha! You think you've finally hit on the plot driving this... and then there's Death's brother and his love and something about souls needing a guide that can dance and sing them to their proper places in the afterlife and Grace killing Death to become Eternal Life... Are you there still? Have you understood? I haven't, either.
So, this isn't Beauty and the Beast, isn't Phantom of the Opera, isn't Hades and Persephone, and isn't Death and the Maiden. It's shreds of all of them ripped off and sewn together to form a quilt your dog would be offended to be offered to chew on. This has no coherence at all, no goal, no sense, no story to tell. Which is most likely why it's so overdescriptive and overwritten and why all the early reviewers strenuously zoom-in on the lush prose. If all you want is pretty words and no plot, then this is for you.
But not for me. I wanted a story, not to be treated to Alyssa Wees' command of the dictionary or any frustrated poet dreams she may have. I wanted to know Grace, which started interesting enough as an orphan girl in Chicago's Little Italy and ended up being a stereotype of Italians and ballerinas alike. I wanted to see her struggle due to the tragedies that took away her brother and her mother and left her to live off of playing violin in the streets, but we hardly get a few lines of that before she walks into a ballet rehearsal like a sleepwalker and the ballet instructor immediately adopts her and teaches her ballet for no reason at all. Everything is so extremely easy for Grace it defies believability. Nobody threatens her as a homeless child, nobody tries to take advantage of her innocence, everyone just adopts her instantly, and the only people who don't like her is the other ballerina that's her rival for the Prima Ballerina position. Even her patron makes it so easy for her: she's not the best dancer, Emilia is, Beatrice is also implied to be better, but Grace is selected to be the Prima Ballerina because her patron said so. We never see any hints of Grace's talent if any before Mistress bestows on her the title of Prima Ballerina Assoluta, which in real life is so rare only a few ballerinas have got it after a lifetime of dancing, but Grace gets it at merely seven years as a dancer?
The relationship between La Rosa and Grace, that would make for a good Death and the Maiden plot if it had been done well, is also strange. La Rosa doesn't kidnap her, or rather buy her like some expensive pet, because she's a great ballerina, doesn't kidnap her because she's beautiful, doesn't kidnap her because she has an arresting personality. No, he is obsessed with her death. Oh? Death is obsessed with her death, does that mean Grace's death is somehow so very beautiful in a macabre sense or something? No. Death is in love with Grace keeping her death in her heart, because apparently everyone else keeps theirs elsewhere! How does this ever make sense, I'll never know. And then, she ends up killing him, which makes even less sense. I mean, he's Death incarnate! He's not a Koschei the Deathless, who was ultimately a sorcerer that could be killed. He's Death, but somehow he can die. How do you even kill Death itself unless you are God? I'm getting a headache trying to make sense of this mess.
I found Death's brother more interesting, and wish his story with Catherine had more page time instead of being merely filler and a way to serve the heroine's nonsensically manic finale. I can't even describe that ending, not because of spoilers, but because of how utterly overdone and confusing it is. Suffice to say I won't recommend this book to anyone.
I received an ARC through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.