Title: Our Wives Under The Sea
Author: Julia Armfield
In which a woman thought she'd lost her wife to water, but she's been back, and the water with her.
I've been doing a horrible job of not buying more books til I make a dent in my piles, but this one can't be much of a regret. Oh, sure, I bought it, yeah, but it was such a delight, and quite a quick read.
Absolutely banging read. I love unsettling horror. I love the sea, especially deep sea. Oh, I know I'm not the only one. Deep sea is our current Frontier Of The Known World. It's where research is making strides and uncovering baffling, beautiful, scary things. I do love the impact on the art that we make.
So thank you deep sea explorers for being part of the butterfly effect that gets us Our Wives Under The Sea. And then, thank you body horror for being such a trendy trope. I love being on trend, for once.
I found it striking, and beautiful. I only wished we had gotten more sea. More Leah, more dreams of fish. But, maybe it wasn't what this book wanted to be. Maybe it's just what I want to do. Dream of fish. Dream of night-swimming, lurking monsters that latch tendrils onto human vessels and displace them on the unrecognizable sea floor. Maybe I am just dreaming of Iron Lung, the game, and should get into Iron Lung, the movie, to continue in my ocean phase.
Great writing. Water is everywhere. You should read this under the shower. I'm kidding. But water everywhere. It's completely enmeshed in Miri's thoughts and language, which is no surprise, seeing how it has soaked her life and experience. Everything is her grief.
This book came heavily recommended by two of my friends. Not a surprise, I can trust them. I hope they never disappear in a submarine.