The short story is an interesting form lending itself to vignettes, things that explore a moment, an idea, an incident. Gina Cole’s are slippery, incidents where little is as it seems, where fantasies and hopes, vengeance and opportunity play themselves out – and almost always in an expected unexpected sting in the tail, a last page twist that takes us elsewhere – and that makes them all the more unsettling. In some, such as ‘Swim, Bike, Run’, it comes as a shock, in others, such as ‘Rabbit Shoot’, it emerges from the text, slowly and unsettlingly. Not all have that twist, but even they remain unsettling – as in Lucas’s obsession with the rules in ‘Home Detention’ or the recurrence of life across thousands of years in ‘Till’, both of which defy expectations in impressive ways.
The other thing about the short story is that not many really grab me and make me want more; this collection did just that. Part of that desire is the Fijian inflected, Pasifika queerness – more in form than content – that weaves itself into and through these stories, but more so it is the tightness and precision with which they are crafted that appeals. Quite, quite superb.