Andromeda Among the Stones - 3.5/5
La Peau Verte - 4.75/5
The dreams, or the day from which the dreams would arise and, half-forgotten, seek always to return. The dreams or the day itself, the one or the other, it makes very little difference. The mind exists only in a moment, always, a single flickering moment, remembered or actual, dreaming or awake or something liminal between the two, the precious, treacherous illusion of Present floundering in the crack between Past and Future.
I loved it, but I'm confused and need to reread it. Were the people she was dressed up for the same tiny beings she encountered in her childhood? What was that thing on the throne, was it the same bear-like creature she saw when her sister fell down the well?
The switching back and forth from present to past was excellent, interweaving the whole story, but never confusing. This past-to-present rotation turns out to be common in her tales, and she is a master of it.
Houses Under the Sea - 3.5/5
Orpheus’ mistake wasn’t that he turned and looked back towards Eurydice and Hell, but that he ever thought he could escape. Same with Lot’s wife. Averting our eyes does not change the fact that we are marked.
Bradbury Weather - 4.5/5
Mars, an all female society, anglerfish and alien symbiotic (-parasitic?) relationships, a Lovecraftian cult.... What more could you ask for in a sci-fi tale?
Excellent worldbuilding for a short story, and a likably unlikable main character; I loved what she did to priest in the climax, it was so fitting.
A Child's Guide to the Hollow Hills - 4.5/5
The Ape's Wife - 3.75/5
The Ammonite Violin (Murder Ballad No. 4) - 4/5
“The way I see it, language is language is language,” he says. “Words or music, bird songs or all the fancy, flashing colors made by chemoluminescent squids, what’s the difference?"
A Season of Broken Dolls - 3/5
Darger writes (none of the “entries” are dated): “I would not tell a child that it isn’t going to hurt. I wouldn’t lie. It is going to hurt, and it is going to hurt forever or as long as human consciousness may endure. It is going to hurt until it doesn’t hurt anymore. That is what I would tell a child. That is what I tell myself, and what am I but my own child? So, I will not lie to any of you. Yes, there will be pain, and at times the pain will seem unbearable. But the pain will open doorways. The pain is a doorway, as is the scalpel and as are the sutures and each and every incision. Pain is to be thrown open wide that all may gaze at the wonders which lie beyond. Why is it assumed this flesh must not be cut? Why is it assumed this is my final corporeal form? What is it we cannot yet see for all our fear of pain and ugliness and disfiguration? I would not tell a child that it isn’t going to hurt. I would teach a child to live in pain.”
In View of Nothing - 4.5/5
Such incredibly imagery, but it left me wanting more, left me wanting answers. Many of these stories feel like puzzles or something with a whole backdrop only the author knows about, and I think this one I felt most unsatisfied and curious about. But not unsatisfied in a way that left me thinking the story was bad, because in a way, all the untold answers made the story as surreal as it was, but I still wish it was just a little bit more, wish the picture book and the infectious rot was explained more. But then again, I guess I don't. The strangeness made the story as captivating as it was.
The atmosphere was grossly beautiful, I loved the biotech world on the outside, and I loved the mundane, white and moldy world on the inside, where most the story takes place. The utilization of amnesia was well done - is this city really an alien landscape, or is it just alien to her? And what is going on in the world outside? Where is she, and what year is it?
The Steam Dancer (1896) - 4.25/5
Galapagos - 2.5/5
Annoying. Yeah, like all the rest of the stories, the prose is top-notch, but it's also longer than (most of?) the previous stories, and it promises something grander that it doesn't deliver on. There's a whole lot of Words cannot describe..., there's a whole lot of build up, a truth to eventually be untangled from a side-stepping, mentally ill POV, but the end result is disappointing. So, again, the writing was beautiful, but lacking CRK's prose, the story told here would be forgettable and frustrating. As it stands, it's forgettable and frustrating and beautifully written.
Fish Bride (1970) - 3.75/5
The Mermaid of the Concrete Ocean - 3.5/5
The Maltese Unicorn - 4.25/5
Hydrarguros - 3/5
Weird. Needs a reread. Is it all metaphorical, or is it about aliens?
Tidal Forces - 3.5/5
I’m stacking days, building a house of cards made from nothing but days. Monday is the Ace of Hearts. Saturday is the Four of Spades. Wednesday is the Seven of Clubs. Thursday night is, I suspect, the Seven of Diamonds, and it might be heavy enough to bring the whole precarious thing tumbling down around my ears. I would spend an entire hour watching cards fall, because time would stretch, the same way it stretches out to fill in awkward pauses, the way time is stretched thin in that thundering moment of a car crash. Or at the edges of a wound.
The Prayer of Ninety Cats - 4.5/5
This story painted such a vivid picture in my mind, it was like I was sitting beside the narrator watching the movie he is describing.
One Tree Hill (The World As Cataclysm) - 3.5/5
I had a lover once. Only once, but it was a long relationship. It died a slow and protracted death, borne as much of my disappointment in myself as my partner’s disappointment in my disappointment in myself. I suppose you can only watch someone you love mourn for so long before your love becomes disgust.
Great imagery, but most of it felt cliche.
Interstate Love Song (Murder Ballad No. 8) - 4.5/5
Fairy Tale of Wood Street - 4.25/5