This is a collection of fourteen short stories and four poems by Amal El-Mohtar, a book critic, writer, and poet best known (to me anyway) for writing half of the wonderful This is How You Lose the Time War. Almost all of these stories are magical or inexplicable in some way, many focus on the immigrant experience, many draw from Arabic art and literature, and all prominently feature relationships of all kinds between women. El-Mohtar’s novella from last year, The River has Roots, didn’t do much for me, so I was curious how I would feel about her short fiction, the medium she’s been most actively working in for the past decade or so.
Are you a fan of the recent sub-genre of feminist retellings of fairy tales and myths? If so, you’ll probably enjoy this collection. Unfortunately, it’s not a genre that does much for me (aside from Song of Achilles and Circe, which I love), and as such, I didn’t get a lot out of these stories. They’re not bad by any means, but I couldn’t help but find most of them rather slight.
My favorites were:
-Seasons of Glass and Iron: The collection’s namesake, and one of El-Mohtar’s earliest works. Two women, cursed in distinct ways, try to find a path forward for the both of them. This is the most clear example of the fairy tale type of story in this collection, but maybe because it was the first, I hadn’t tired of the aesthetic.
-Madeleine: A woman starts having vivid flashbacks of her life; except there’s a girl she’s never seen before in all of them. Like many of the stories here, it ends just when it’s getting interesting, but the idea is certainly compelling, and I found the mourning examination of memory loss creeping at the edges moving.
-A Tale of Ash in Seven Birds: I love birds! This is a long poem about the various ways that immigrants and the disenfranchised must continually adapt and transform themselves to keep from being ground down by the forces of empire, all woven through a lovely bird metaphor.
I found most of the rest to disappear from my mind the minute I finished them. Maybe I’ve been spoiled by reading the short story work of Ted Chiang, Kelly Link, and Karen Russell, my three favorites of the medium. Each of Chiang’s stories is a meticulously crafted science fiction idea of the highest caliber, with more unique insights in each story than in most novels. And Link and Russell’s work is just so delightfully weird, pulling on the heartstrings with each beautifully-written and often unsettling tale. I might not love every story those writers publish, but each one feels necessary. Each one has something interesting and vital to say. In comparison, the stories in Seasons of Glass and Iron don’t feel very weighty.
Perhaps its unfair to judge short stories by harsher standards than a novel. I’ve enjoyed plenty of novels that don’t have much new to add to the genre, or don’t engage with interesting ideas; if they’re well-enough written with a fun story I’ll happily read. But I can’t help it; for me, a short story needs to justify itself. What are you trying to say? Why does the story have to stop here? It must have some piece that’s too heavy for an entire novel. Something best explored in a little bite for you to chew on for days. These tales are solid and pleasant, but they don’t linger.
However, if you really do love fairy tales, I think you’d quite enjoy this. It’s just not my favorite genre.
Thanks to NetGalley for the advance copy in exchange for an honest review. All thoughts expressed are my own.