Wednesday’s Book Look–Unburied: A Collection of Queer Dark Fiction

I’ve been a little off-kilter lately. First the time change, and now temperatures are rising, and it seems winter has left. While I like all things nature-related, winter and autumn are my favourite seasons.

I miss cold, crisp days, and walking in the snow, and eating dinner when it’s actually dark out.

And so it was chillingly comforting when I read Unburied: A Collection of Queer Dark Fiction.

The characters were like the voices of friends, by virtue of their shared experiences that were revealed in many of the stories.

Yes, the content was dark, but it also felt like some mysterious, imagined presence had appeared, wrapped a blanket around my shoulders, and whispered to me “you are not alone”.

Maybe that’s why I’ve been a little discombobulated lately. Reading this collection of stories was not only a haunting experience, but a visceral one as well.

Sure, I could talk a lot more about this anthology. But it’s proving to be a bit of a challenge, because my readerly experience went deep. And I’d rather listen, anyway. Listen to all the authors’ voices, as they tell their stories. Stories that remind me that I’m not so alone, after all.

Special thanks to Editor Rebecca Rowland for the advance reader’s copy.

You can dig up a copy for yourself when it releases June 1: https://rowlandbooks.com/unburied. Because, admit it, we could all use a little less “alone time” and a little more community, about now.

Am I right, or am I right?

Heartbreak Upon Heartbreak: Willow Croft’s Review of Case Histories by Kate Atkinson (Spoilers? Maybe…)

Oh, how I hated this book.
I hated it so much I loved it.
I hated it because it had drama and heartbreak and gut-wrenching sorrow.
I loved it because the writing was phenomenal and I wanted to stay up all night reading until the end and the ending was just as heartbreaking but in a beautiful way that made all the pain and nail-biting irresolution so very worth all the agony.

I hate drama because I always want to make things better for people, and I don’t want people to have pain and hurt and sorrow.

But this was so well done in that the story was combined a mystery novel that I hung onto the rollercoaster ride anyway.

Plus, the writing. This was one of those books that always make me wonder ‘how do they do that’ like when I muse over little bits in J.K. Rowling’s book and think ‘did she have every little detail outlined from start to finish with all seven books’ which always evokes my admiration, because I struggle so much with outlining and plotting. And then I just tell myself it’s a writer’s magical serendipity at work and I plow on through with my own panster-based writing.

But back to writer Kate Atkinson. Wow, I just ate up the words like frosting on a cake.

And one, or more, of the women characters, yes, yes, yes, because who hasn’t felt like that in a relationship?

But then came the twists, which were also yes, yes, yes, still but were also “holy f**k”…

So, I’d just wrap this book by saying read it. Read it now. Even if you think you hate it.

(I received a copy of Case Histories by Kate Atkinson from a Goodreads giveaway, compliments of Hachette Book Group, with no request for a review.)

A Tide’s Breath Apart

…it’s a day of hauntings and heartbreak and loss, and maybe just missing things that you never had (but were close enough to hold on and never let go)…

…the theme of the poems I’ve been reading on people’s blogs seem to reflect this ‘strange day’ mood…

https://handsinthegarden.com/2020/11/29/2020-11-29-baked-with-love/

https://handsinthegarden.com/2020/11/29/2020-11-28-deep-love-sounds/

https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/2020/11/29/poem-prosblackandwhitephoto/

https://theconfessionalistzine.wordpress.com/2020/11/25/2-poems-by-mark-tulin/

https://poeeternal.com/2020/11/29/leadnotflower/

https://punknoirmagazine.com/2020/11/29/a-strange-night-by-ian-lewis-copestick/

Here’s my ‘strange day’ experience…a kinda, sorta teasing visit from my cherished muse…

A Tide’s Breath Apart

I slept the sleep of the dead
if the dead dreamed
during their thick & heavy sleep
I dreamed
not exactly of you
but waiting for you
knowing even in the dream
that you weren’t coming
even though I knew you were
only separated from me by
a sparrow’s breath
a ripple on the tide of time
I can’t cross
except in dreams
except in this dream
where the meadow holds us close
together
and where
I’m reminded of your last
might-have-been look
before you walked away.
You, grey, clear, and so delicate;
a strand of grass, clinging
to its coat of winter frost.
I hold you close
and not at all delicately
but only in my dream.

–Willow Croft