Set among high school music students and opera fanatics in Vienna, Sophie Strohmeier’s All Girls Be Mine Alone spins a tale of obsessions, monsters, and romantic conquest.
An unnamed lesbian narrates the demise of her friendship with her high school classmate, Joachim, and their rivalry over his girlfriend. She then recalls an anecdote overheard years earlier, when a former opera singer confides her own haunting memories from her time studying at the renowned Mikhail Glinka Conservatory. In a crowded dormitory late one night, a group of student singers accidentally conjures the spirit of an excommunicated monk living in agony over the tragic death of his beloved. When one of the students becomes convinced that she has been possessed by the monk, she discovers a new sexual appetite. Together, the two narratives form a single fugue of memory and eroticism.
Marked by hypnotic precision and frank humor, All Girls Be Mine Alone is an inventive and deeply felt novella of queer awakening, artistic fixation, and the strange intimacy of rivalry.
Uhhhh guys I’m actually obsessed!!!! Structurally musical. Perfect balance of sentence-level beauty and readability. Made me want to live somewhere freezing and stir jam into my tea.
Both stories revolve around obsession and jealousy, yet I struggle to see why they must be presented together as a single story, as there is a slight disconnect between them. Of the two, Stasia's story is definitely stronger: the premise is more compelling, the characters are more fleshed out and their bonds are more believable. Still, I enjoy how atmospheric and evocative it is. Whenever I think about this book, my mind immediately jumps to those cold, miserable winter nights in Vienna.
Ok so this is interesting because #wlw it’s beautiful but also it’s basically two stories that only kind of connect and the first one felt unfinished but omg the second one I’m gagged someone else please read this
This book was comforting, and fueled my dream of singing old songs all day even more💖 the American girl getting 2 generic lines of dialogue throughout the second chapter was really funny too
this was more like 3.5 for me but it was so well done that it gets a four, i just am not personally into certain topics. i also loved the unnamed lesbian’s voice, more so than stassi’s, so i felt slightly cheated but so funny and evocative
surreal, weird, gay little book. enjoyed the atmospheric nature of the writing and the palpable queer longing and repressed sexual desire at the heart of this story, but found it a little confusing at points and i also preferred the unnamed protagonist's voice to that of stasi's so i wish we had more of her. but still a fun read, just not an all time fave
Though it takes a bit to get going, All Girls Be Mine Alone is an intriguing story of obsession, art, and the possibility of spirits. The unnamed lesbian narrator is in a complicated situation with her friend Joachim and his girlfriend Lea, but it is Lea's friend Stasi's story of her past relationship with fellow opera classmate Tanya and her belief in being possessed by the Vile Monk is really the center focus of the novella. This material is so good I would have done away with the unnamed narrator all together. That story never seems to cohere into anything tangible. Stasia's story, on the other hand, is extremely compelling: sapphic love, burgeoning sexuality, the background and drama of opera... I would have read a 100 more pages of that.
This worked really well for me. I had a few issues, hence it not being a five star, but this was great. The main character, an unnamed lesbian, is wonderfully pretentious and messy- Though I think that is a good way to describe the novella itself. It was great. The humor hits where it's needed and while it does occasionally assume the reader can't make certain connections that are obvious if you use your head, it still does make you think.
Despite this being set in two different schools of music I don't think one needs to be well versed in Opera and classical music to understand what is going on, though I'm sure the background knowledge would add to the experience. This is a slow-paced read. Despite this being just a little over 100 pages on my eReader it took me almost four hours and two sittings to finish. Which is not a complaint, but is something to be aware of if you pick this up expecting a quick read. It is not. Of the two stories in this, I did prefer the first one but I think when it comes to exploring one's self the second one does a much better job. The first story, in which the unnamed narrator is speaking of the downfall of her closest friendship- if you could call it that- is much more about the exploration of relationships. Both stories have their own purpose.
I think when it comes to the complex feelings of lesbianism, specifically when you just figure it out was well done. It got that sickening worry over and intrusive thoughts about being around other women or girls or the feeling of disassociation and alienation of those around you. How sometimes you just push it down and project onto the closest, decent-ish, guy.
Now the reason why this didn't get a five star is two things: One, it took me a hot second to get into the story- the first 20 pages took me an hour before I got into the more steady 1.5 minutes per page. Second is something that I mentioned before. In some cases when the author is trying to make a point, paint the story though metaphor, in some cases the true meaning does just get spoon fed to the reader. Which, while annoying, luckily didn't get done every time. Just enough for me to notice.
Anyway, I recommend this novella heavily! Already planning to get a physical copy after it releases.
Am a little bit surprised at reviews on here saying the first story feels unfinished. I think it's complete, if you consider the second part as the *conclusion* to the first, or rather, an answer. It is true the first part about the narrator/Joachim/Lea seems to go nowhere, but really both halves are discussions on desire, how it *possesses* a person, the externalization of an taboo (lesbian) desire as an irresistible/uncontrollable force, originating outside of oneself, against one's will. The first story: the narrator possesses a man (his penis) to experience 'true' sex with her crush. The second story: Stasi is 'possessed' by a man (and his heterosexual desire for women), 'causing' her to desire Tanya, liberal Western nonchalance towards homosexuality vs externalization of abnormal desire into folklore to absolve the self of actually having said desire; the mysticism of sexual desire, the feeling that one is possessed, driven by outside forces when in love, the need to reassert control (=narrator possessing Joachim’s body, she possesses that which she is jealous of, erasing the self that is infatuated?)... side note, kinda intrigues me (or weirds me out haha) that lesbian romances, at least the ones I've read thus far, have the same sort of fixation/attitudes towards having children as straight romances. That is, a child is tangible proof of a couple's love for each other, it's the end goal, the natural conclusion/culmination to any coupling. I don't know how to feel about that...
This wonderful little Austrian novella is a duet of discovery and obsession. Set in a music conservatory in Vienna (and to the soundtrack of famous operas), our lesbian narrator falls first for her friend’s girlfriend and then is told the story of a student years earlier, possessed by monk who discovers a new sexual (and lesbian) appetite. This is a tale of hunger and ripening desire. A gothic fairytale of queer awakening.
The second story is definitely stronger than the first (which didn't quite feel complete), I could so clearly imagine the freezing winter in which the story takes place. It is always a joy to have more complex lesbian literary fiction to read, I look forward to reading what Strohmeier (and separately Joyland editions) publish next.
To quote Mozart’s The Magic Flute (referenced in the book) ‘If all the girls were mine, I’d trade my birds for sugar, and the one that I loved the most, I’d give my sweets to her’.
Weird but cool. Hypnotic. I think this counts as magical realism. The writing is simple while still getting so much across in its descriptions. I needed a unique spin on yearning, singularly obsessed, artsy sapphics.
DNF at page 60, and I paid for this so I really gave it a try. It’s the most boring book I can recall reading over the past decade, and also incredibly disjointed.