This book had a lot going for it for a debut, and I would read this author's future works, but I had very mixed feelings about it in the end. Our Wives Under the Sea was also a strange comp title, it only has anything in common with this book if you only read the synopsis. This book was trying to be witchy feminist gothic horror but I'd call it a dark crime thriller with gothic elements instead.
Fade Luck, short for Phaedra, is a homeless woman still trying to get her life together after mentally breaking down from her harrowing job as a police detective investigating child abuse. I really liked seeing a homeless character who sleeps in graveyards and all the challenges that can bring.
Fade's estranged mother has called her because her Aunt Madeline has gone missing. She travels back to the small town of Grand Tea, Nova Scotia, where she finds a hostile populace intent on using her aunt's reputation as a witch as an occult tourist attraction.
Along the way she meets her only ally, the town archivist, Nish, an irrepressibly cheerful nerd and my favorite character in the book.
I thought the quirky small town aspect and the research into Nova Scotia's folkloric history was very well done. Having lived in small towns as an outsider, I know that culture very well, although often the small town characters were way too over the top.
Where I struggled with this book was with Fade as a character and the writing style. This read like YA horror because Fade acted like a too-stupid-to-live teenager rather than a misunderstood, strong-willed 30-year-old woman. She said the word "frig" so many times that I just wanted to slap her. What grown adult says "frig?" No one commented on it. Even a single line mocking it would have been enough for me. As it was, the frequency of this childish curse word was just annoying and made me dislike the character more. Just say fuck, for fuck's sake.
My main issue with this book, however, was the prose. There was no variation in the sentence structure. It wasn't fragmented at least, which I can't stand, but the sentences were short and choppy. This did a good job of establishing a gloomy atmosphere, but then rather than seeming poetic as was surely the intention, it became repetitive and kind of painful to read. It was a shame because it was otherwise very descriptive. It's a style so I can see why editors left it alone, but I didn't care for this style.
However, this was a feminist book, and I appreciated all the insight into the old ways of witchcraft, the recipes for ancient bread, rosewater wonders, and tea brewed from herbs and fruit. This debut was not without its flaws but I'll still pay attention to this author in the future.
Thank you to Netgalley and the publisher for the advance review copy. I am leaving this review voluntarily.