Edit 25.8.2024: Still thinking about "The True State of Affairs" a couple of times every week, and it fills me with bittersweet longing. I want to write something as powerful as this story.
Okay, so, let's be honest for a second: this collection contains mostly three star stories. Those are fun and light-hearted and standard DWJ shenanigans, and the first one is a lovely treat for the people like me who love Chrestomanci stories. "The Girl Who Loved the Sun" was great too – with some surprising body horror, uh oh –, but mostly the stories were read-it-once-and-never-think-about-it-again -kind of stuff.
The last one, novella called "The True State of Affairs", was another matter entirely. I haven't read The Dalemark Quartet yet, but apparently this story is set in the same world. No foreknowledge is needed, though, and this is more of a retelling of a part of "Kingis Quair", as DWJ tells in the fireword.
It is a sad novella – so brace yourself, there won't be a happy ending – about falling in love, tending hope, seeing things only partly through some cracks in the walls of your prison. I loved it, because it is quite unconventional, and because the mood of the story is very unique. Emily, the narrator, is an interesting character on her own, but "the love interest", Asgrim, is also portrayed as intriguing and cunning, and it is difficult not to get invested in this story about love. (But not a love story.)
It reminded me of "Till We Have Faces" by C. S. Lewis and "Fire and Hemlock", both of which I love dearly. I am kind of angry that this wasn't published in the 70s, when it was first written, but then again: if it was, maybe DWJ would have gone in totally different direction as a writer, and wouldn't have gotten all the magical stories we got.
However, I am happy I got to spend these 150 pages or so in the prison with Emily and Asgrim, because I've never read anything quite like this.