Elementary schoolteacher Nadie Denneby is having a terrible day. Not only has her car been wrecked on the way to work, but she feels like she's falling apart - literally. At first it's just a tooth. Then a finger. How many bits of herself can she lose?
Winner of the 2020 Shirley Jackson Award for Short Fiction for her story "Not the Man I Married" (Black Petals, Issue #93), R.A. Busby has published a number of stories, including "Bits" (Demain Publishing), "Holes" (Kandisha Press), "Cactusland" (34 Orchard) and others. Check out Creepy Podcast for "A Short Happy Life" and Pseudopod Episode 809, "A Pearl Red as Sin." When she's not writing, R.A. Busby is probably out in the wilderness somewhere.
BITS is the story of a middle school teacher who is feeling invisible. To make things worse, parts of her body are casually coming loose and then...falling off. Nadie Denneby is falling apart. Earlier this year, I read a story called HOLES by R. A. Busby in an anthology called, GRAVEYARD SMASH. Here is what I had to say about it at the time,
"HOLES by R. A. Busby- Perfect "first story" because it's fast-paced and deals with a fairly well-known fear, trypophobia (of which I am a sufferer). This is the tale of a woman who suffers a fear of holes. She embarks on a series of therapeutic attempts to lessen or eliminate her fear but to no avail. This has a great ending."
I'm mentioning it for this review of BITS because the fear-factor is strikingly familiar. There's an insidious, psychological subtly about both stories. HOLES tapped a phobia of mine and now BITS just manufactured a new phobia! Not cool! I was halfway through BITS when my eyes got droopy and I went to sleep--I dreamed about my teeth loosening and ultimately falling out! It was terrifying. Busby got in my head. This is a great short story. Busby's brand of horror is specifically suited to me.
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‘Bits’ was a interesting read. It is split into three fairly unique parts; beginning, middle and end. In this case though, those parts are threaded together into three very well thought out and fleshed out parts.
We open with a car accident, a teacher is involved. This incident seems to kick-start a downward spiral for Nadie, as she starts to feel ‘off.’ In the middle section or part two, Nadie has finally gone and visited a physician and we learn and find out how things have progressed. In the ending or part three, we see everything come full circle and Nadie has decided how her life will play out.
I really enjoyed each part on their own, but also liked how they flowed, how things worked together to create this emotionally charged story about a woman grasping at things, trying to get people to hear her, understand her and to see just what she’s going through.
Think this one is a great piece for many horror fans and one I’m glad I snagged.
I enjoyed this offering from R.A Busby my first time reading this author.
I love these short sharp shocks as they open readers up to new and engaging voices, ones you may not have discovered and ones that need to be discovered - and that can be said about Busby.
This story centres on a character who feels as though she isn’t seen, isn’t noticed, that seems to be ambling though life - I enjoyed the way that Busby manifests this into an almost disappearing act right before our eyes, you see she is like a leper on a trampoline - she’s falling to pieces right before her eyes, a finger here, a nose there, bits falling off in the shower... but what does she need to do to be seen, to be recognised and appreciated.
This deals with mental health issues - or that’s what I got from it, isolation, aloneness, feelings of inadequacy- or maybe that’s just me, with regards to what has been happening this year with Covid, I feel that a lot of people have not been seen, have been struggling with isolation and this book puts those feelings front and centre.
A fabulous little offering that has made me curious to check out more of Busby’s work!
I was in the mood for something short and sharp, and this fit perfectly. 😁
Nadie Denneby is a schoolteacher having a really bad day. It all starts with a car accident, and ends in broken pieces...
I really enjoyed this unsettling story! It was easy to feel bad for Nadie because everything that happened to her was out of her control, and was truly terrifying.
She was so nice and harmless, and all I wanted to do was help her.
I mean, who hasn't had those awful dreams about losing teeth for no apparent reason? *cringe* I know I have. It's a total nightmare, which is actually what reading this story felt like. It was like being caught up in a creepy dream that draws you under in a very unexpected way. And the ending drops a few final surprises before letting the reader go.
This is another great addition to the Short Sharp Shocks! series.
Busby does unsettling brilliantly, I will say that, and this hits on a common fear I'm sure we've all had rotten dreams about more than a few times. Some of the descriptions made me shiver, and the tone of the piece I was quite fond of, in that there's a really distinct personality within the narration. Despite the length, I got a lot of information about Nadie and her current circumstances without an overbearing backlog of info, and watching Nadie try and keep a grasp on her life kept me invested.
But I will say that I had a lot of questions, though, and I'm not quite sure I could say this fared as well as it could have in the space given. Whilst the plot itself is simple enough, by the end I was hoping for a bit more clarity on why these things were happening, and what actually unraveled in the conclusion. Whilst other readers may be happy enough to guess and assume, I think I was just itching for it to all come together a bit more.
Overall, though, a curious tale with some brilliant, unnerving scenes that play on common fears. Great little piece.
After the brilliance that was Corporate Bodies, I was eager to read more of Busby's work. This time of a teacher who's falling apart certainly had its moments but I was left to infer alot more than expected, which left me more ambiguous.