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110 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 21, 2019
“I barely remember Earth. I don’t remember our crime. I just know what Chela told me: we’re telepaths, and we’re murderers. Four thousand and thirty lives, wiped out in minutes. The guilt eats me alive, like this never-ending darkness.”
“Mostly we’re lost in an underground maze. A labyrinth with no Minotaur, no golden thread. Just us, trying to survive.”
Things take a different turn pretty quickly, however, sketching out a world that while different from what the beginning makes you assume, is still a very disturbing place to live in. And there’s a journey of self-acceptance and recovery from trauma underneath it all. And the twist is exactly what I hoped it *wouldn’t* be from about a third in, so that soured me a bit.![]()
“I feel like a silhouette without a self.”
It's generally well written, though the prose is choppy in places. However, there's not that much to the story that's new. The basic concept - a psychic prison - is very familiar, and Kaftan doesn't do much with it that's innovative. The middle of the piece is long, slow, and repetitive, and likely this would have been better off as a short story. Instead, however, it reads like an excerpt or introduction to a longer piece. The strongest aspect of the piece is its characters, but ever there, the narrator feels very self-involved, without too much interest in others - while constantly bemoaning her effect on others. The end is pretty muddled.
I can't say I'm sorry I read this; I'm glad to at last have a sense of Kaftan's skills. But there's nothing about this story that would make me search out another of Kaftan's books.
I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.