I am a sucker for stories that are both funny and macabre, so adding a bit of forced-proximity love and kindred spirits to the mix was pretty much always going to be a win.
When a woman—adorably known as "Chompy"—rises from a shallow grave after her mysterious death, she finds herself sharing a crypt with an eager yet mildly infuriating vampire. Unsure of what she is or why she's hungry, she discovers that life after death can still hold a bit of whimsy, friendship, and romance for these two cursed souls.
This short story does an exemplary job of showcasing the melancholy of eternal life, the morality of unsavoury nutritional needs, and the logistical nightmare of being composed of rotting flesh. James, who is young for a vampire yet accustomed to his lot in life (and glad to have a friend), has a much brighter and practised outlook on his curse, while Chompy must come to terms with her own situation in real time. Yet the overall tone of the book is funny and fairly hopeful as these unlikely friends face life after death together.
I adored the grim humour, and while absolutely disgusting, the way Doucet managed to take things like the fact that rotting meat (on Chompy or otherwise) draws pests or, at times, breaks off and turns it into something grotesquely funny and sweet is miraculous. There is a scene involving insecticide that had way more tension than I think it had any right to.
The romantic angle is subtle and heartwarming because we see the bond between Chompy and James grow under these unusual circumstances. It is not a spicy story, although I am moderately concerned that a part of me wishes that it hadn't been "closed door". Chompy's zombie state came with some pretty disgusting side effects, and anything spicy must have been a horror show, yet earlier moments of body horror remained funny, charged, etc. in a way that lit my brain up and had me asking, "What would this look like?"
I loved the choice to make them both distinct in appearance and thus unable to interact fully with society, though it seems James has some advantages. The detail in the characters, as well, was incredibly appealing and immersive despite the length. James's coffin, filled with pulp magazines, his gardening habits, and his attire, speaks volumes about his character without taking up much room. Chompy is plagued by bad breath (among other smells), maggots, and a healthy mix of being a slave to her new appetite and the moral implications of what it takes to satisfy it. Not only for the victim, but for James as well.
All in all, this is a delightful story about outcasts finding each other using the fairly common monster metaphor, but there is something unique and fun about it. Because it is a short story, it doesn't take up a ton of time to read, which I have been enjoying more lately and appreciating when it can be done very well.
Easy 5/5 stars for this one.
Thank you to NetGalley and Victory Editing NetGalley Co-op for giving me the chance to read this! ARCs have been a fun way to keep my ADHD engaged with reading, but all my opinions are absolutely honest and my own.