5/5
Don't you feel it, sometimes? As if the world wants to consume itself?
This novella is a dark, blood-encrusted and mesmerising tale. Every description is so vivid, poetry on the tongue. In such a short amount of pages Giesbrecht manages to strip the characters bare and show us all the pock-marked hollows of their skin, flays them open and lets bleed out all the horror and truth of their innards. It is such a rich and bleeding story. I adored every second of it all over again this reread.
The city of Elendhaven is swarming with the consequences of a world ruptured by magic. At the end of the world, under the Northern Lights, a broken-off island in the depths of a blackened sea. The water used to be clear here once, it is told, when the world was not leached of its life, when the rumours of dark creatures inside Elendhaven were only rumours. Johann is one of those dark creatures.
A thing without a name, a child of Elendhaven's calamitous shores, Johann is made in the poisoned womb of the sea. He wrestles his name from the turnings of a world that would forget him, a world that would leave him empty and ruined on the docks. Because named things cannot be left to rot like a beached seal. Named things like him can live.
Fighting to survive in this world that he does not fit in, he learns the taste of blood between his teeth, and he learns something far more dangerous: Johann cannot die. He is a twisted creature, bloody and monstrous and ineffably wrong. Eyes slip past him, his is not a name remembered, he cannot leave an impact on the memory of the world just as it cannot leave its impact on his shattered bones and rasping breaths. Moments that were meant to be his last flicker and extend. Death is no longer something he must fear.
It is this wrongness, this otherness, that draws him to Florian. He can see something hidden within him, seething beneath the veneer of his skin, something dark and angry—like himself. It is not love, it is nothing so simple. It is power and control, it is connection and companionship, it is the spark of recognition in a decaying world. It is the knowledge that has made them both into something other, that has transformed their bodies and filled their lungs with a burning air. It is the shared certainty of that monstrosity, throbbing deep within their chests.
There is no cure for what they are. The world has named them something other, something wrong, forced them each into their own shadows and cemeteries. It has boarded up their innocence, drowned it in the blackened sea. They cannot be surprised, then, when what returns is no longer a child, is no longer innocent. From the depths of the sea comes a tale of vengeance, a childhood dream, a sick and twisted regurgitation. From the depths of Elendhaven comes Johann.
But I know better: magic is not in the brain, miss; it is in the bones.
I have always adored the metaphor of magic and monstrosity to explore queerness, and this book does so phenomenally. It is extremely intelligent, every word a delicate and beautiful choice, every decision a careful and deliberate one. There is so much layered into the bones of this story, so much given weight to and voiced here if you are willing to listen for it. This is such an underrated story and deserves so much more respect and awe at its detailed construction. It effortlessly investigates complex themes with ease and nuance. It takes these wicked characters and expects them to wield no apology. I am something monstrous, it cries, look at what you've made me. There is no redemption it needs to unfold, it does not want to hold your hand to a bright and jovial future. It is a seeping evil like spores carried on the wind—an inexterminable force of nature. A monstrosity that is freedom, that is relief.
And when our work is done, I will carry him to the bottom of the sea, where we both belong. Deep beneath the silt our bones will turn to salt.
I absolutely adore this novella, it deserves so much more love and accolades. I'll never stop shouting about it! What a perfect horror with gloriously decadent themes. I want to bang my fist on the table and demand one hundred more like some pompous noble in a film. What a delightfully depraved and enthralling book.
(First read 08/01/2022 review)
5/5
Where do I even begin? This is the most beautiful, well-written book that I've ever read. The writing is magical, every single line holds so much depth and emotion. I loved every single aspect of this book!
It's dark and bloody and so, so incredible. The relationship between the two main characters had me screaming in this venomous glee. It was—for lack of a better word—gloriously fucked up. Their relationship teetered precariously over the cliffside, swaying back and forth between the firmness of the crumbling soil and the black waters below. I cannot describe with words how perfect this book was. The relationship also reminded me a lot of the relationship between Hannibal and Will in the Hannibal TV show.
This book delves into a shadowed city with a vengeance at its heart and a monster on its heels. I always adore when books explore what it means to be a monster and what it means to be human, this book did so flawlessly in a non-explicit way.
Queer horror as a genre is something I always love and always come back to, please give me recommendations if you have any !! This book was everything and is something that I'll be recommending forever. I will not be forgetting about this book anytime soon!
I always stand by the fact that magic is a metaphor for queerness and I think that the horror genre often holds its own unique spin on queerness in its bloody jaws and both of those factors I am in awe of every single time.
This is quite a short book therefore this review doesn't go into immense detail because I don't want to spoil it, but trust me this book is worth your blood, sweat, tears and more.