– The only correction: mushrooms are NOT plants.
I am pretty sure the mere words on paper will be enough to give me fleshy dreams. I wish there was a short film of this, but it’s probably best there isn’t. There is such a lovely concern with telling the truth in stories. This book is a never-ending source of good sexual considerations and their implication on power relations. I might even do it myself, if there comes a time in which I’m really bored. As I was reading this, I kept thinking: ‘gosh, I wish someone would write a Freudian analysis of this’. It becomes so weird, like a Shirley Jackson story, but yet so surreal, and so meaningful. It is so hard to review this without giving away spoilers after all, all the good stuff happens on the second half of the book. But all of a sudden, mushrooms start growing on top of the women’s graves. Of the women remain the stories, carefully kept together by our main character, the storyteller Nate. So basically, we start off in a world where women have perished as a result of a female-exclusive plague.
After all, I think feeling so weirded out is a significant part of the appeal of the tale. But for now I’ll write this based on a single read. I’ve just finished it and I kind of think I should re-read it for a proper review/analysis. It starts off slow and mysterious and you think it’s going to turn out something like ‘The Screwfly Solution’, but it wounds up becoming a surrealistic fable of gender signifiers. I think this tiny seemingly harmless book threw me a bit off balance.
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