[arc review]
Thank you to NetGalley and the University of Iowa Press for providing an arc in exchange for an honest review.
The Woods releases November 10, 2022
This was a collection of short stories from characters that all live in a small town in Vermont, that is surrounded by untamed woods.
The common theme between characters and stories seemed to be finding solace with whatever their current situation may have been — whether that be dealing with grief, sibling dynamics, parenthood, marriage, or career changes.
Each story either had a character that was a professor, writer, knew a writer, or mentioned this towns elusive poet.
This was set during + mentions pandemic life, which I wasn’t expecting to be part of the plot.
Overall, I would have hoped for this novel to be a bit more eerie and atmospheric, or to focus more on the actual woods.
There were also quite a few typos — enough for it to be mentioned even though this wasn’t a final copy.
⤷ The Cat
“It’s something—when you feel lost or down—to walk out and face wild, crashing beauty. It exerts some pull on you as it rushes along, all gloss and froth.”
⤷ The Orams
“The woods have always contained them. But nature’s indifference is also its great patience. It will reclaim itself. At the very least, it will claim the Orams.”
⤷ The Chair
“The world changes. It’s not worse or better, she thinks—just different.”
⤷ The Bear Is Back
“We need a break from ourselves. Because we can’t have that, we must settle for overlooking things.”
⤷ Mountain Shade
“Behind her, the woods held something both there and not there, an experience that haunted her, but which she knew nothing about.”
⤷ The Forest Tavern
“But today my procrastination takes the form of desperate optimism.”
⤷ Sylvia Who Dreams of Dactyls
“Thoughts that cling as lint on a dress.”
⤷ Potions
“The potion needs to be neutral to allow us space to find within it what we want, what we need, what we wish.”
⤷ Monsters
“I think the world is even worse than we imagine it.”
⤷ Self-Preservation
“If the trees were a threshold, she wasn’t sure what was gained in crossing into them.”
⤷ Millstone Hill
“The shapeless pandemic days giving way to shapeless seasons felt a doubling of purgatory.”