My tongue feels seized and stagnant in my mouth. God damn it. I really, really wanted to like this one.
What a deliciously disturbing premise, one that strikes at the core of so many of my favourite stories (reading Lolita changed my life)… such an important political sentiment weaved throughout, with compelling and at times quite gorgeous prose… and yet… and yettttt
So much of this story just dragged. How do you take a novel with such a powerful set up and manage to make any part of it boring? I’m searching myself as to how to best articulate this, but, I think the biggest downfall is just how detached the narration constantly feels. For something that should be so character driven, 3/4 of the book feels like it is nothing but exposition.
Exposition of a case that, I found out to my genuine disgust, is based in reality. In fact, very little of the novel’s story comes from Parry’s imagination. The facts of the real life case are barely changed, subverted or distorted - it is almost a beat by beat account. A beat by beat account in a book that waxes angrily against the exploitation of the dead for political or monetary gain? Against the exploitation and abuse of women’s bodies, of forcing words into their mouthes without their consent??
It just doesn’t sit fully right with me on a moral level, vaguely hypocritical, but on a writing level it perhaps strikes more at the heart of the problem for me. Why not read a real account of the real case? What does Parry’s novelisation really add, here? Particularly when so little has been altered… and I do feel like, as this IS based in reality, Parry perhaps held back from allowing her characters to be more multifaceted, for allowing the narration to play more with creativity, to step too far out of the bounds for fear of being disrespectful to the original subject matter.
As a result, so much of the book feels limply told. Luci is a bystander in her own story (which, again, is part of the point, perhaps, part of the horror), but despite there being a huge portion of the novel dedicated to her sister’s point of view we also barely end up getting to know the real her. I think the value of this different perspective could have been used to shock and intrigue us more, to really show that Gabriela knew Luci’s true humanity in contrast to Wilhelm’s objectification. Instead…
Honestly, I found Gabriela’s perspective quite patronising. It felt so redundant and unnecessary much of the time, which I feel so dirty thinking this given it is the closest thing we have to a woman’s voice within a novel so concerned with how women are silenced and stripped of their right to speak for themselves. But, alas, I felt that Gabriela was used more as a device to have us realise how disturbed and delusional Wilhelm is. It feels more like the author flinching and wanting to be clear that this is not some dark romance (akin to how prolifically Lolita is misinterpreted). I understand this fear, but I also feel like Luci’s perspective is so so so clear and Wilhelm is so obviously wrong, yes you have to do a TINY bit of reading between the lines but…. Come on.
However, I did find sections of the book genuinely page turning. Elements of Wilhelm’s deeply disturbing outlook was very convincingly told, offsetting times where it veered suspending my sense of disbelief. I ‘enjoyed’ my time with the book, hence the depths of my overall disappointment. SIGHHHH.