4.5 stars “Nine of Swords, Reversed” is fantastic, and I’ve never read another narrative like it. But this review is going to be spoiler-free, so I have to walk that fine line. It’s like trying to refinish a piece of furniture: you’re in the tension between what the original finish, your budget, and your skills will allow versus your vision of the finished piece. It’s like every recognizable creative act, really.
The element I won’t spoil in “Nine of Swords, Reversed” is also my very favorite part of the story. It’s solid. It’s important. It is the original finish on the piece of furniture you want refinished; it’s the formal requirements of a couplet to a poet, it’s the nature of wolves in Little Red Riding Hood.
This short fiction is about the relationship between Dev and Noam, who live together as dominant and submissive. Everything else in “Nine” changes shades, moves, is negotiable. All three MC’s are genderfluid, so we turn with them as they are boy, girl, Ma’am, Sir, femme, butch, queer, xir, xym, or them on any day. There are old and new relationships too, and those rock between then and now, wobbly and stable. Bodies—and this is key—do their daily activities and they don’t. Main characters Dev and Noam have variable but chronic and worsening pain. Dev’s first-person narrative hummingbirds between daily body care, magic, and richly informed emotional self-care. The change between one day and the next can alter absolutely any and every identifying trait, yet routine holds the household together: the meals, the checking in on each other. The story is entirely clear, yet I felt in constant motion from reading it; it was phenomenal—maybe phenomenological.
And then a thing happens and everything shifts. Highly recommended.