![]() ![]() As we (and she) proceed through the book, she becomes more anxious and menacing. ‘I decided I was ready to write about my fears,’ she says. In between the tales are snippets of a first-person account by the (fictional) author, confessing what she endured as she wrote the stories on a retreat in Iceland. The stories focus on insidious fears, especially of women - bodily danger (external and internal), the frailty and ferocity of motherhood, desperate love, expectations - and are thematically collected in groupings called ‘The House,’ The Child’ and ‘The Past.’ Instead, we want to walk with them and understand them. It’s a nifty trick of Logan’s writing that we never want to turn away from her narrators. ![]() The tales are an alluring, chilling knot to pick and tug and try to unravel there’s an irresistible temptation to know more and to go further with the characters. Her characters admit to us things that (perhaps) should not, but must be, shared. ![]() The stories in this collection scream in a night-time whisper.Īuthor Kirsty Logan’s prose is simultaneously poetic and blatantly, sometimes painfully, raw. But at night, when it’s dark and quiet, the unspoken becomes story, and our deepest fears can be shared. ![]() Some things - wriggling, sticky, unjust, and bleak things - cannot be addressed in the revealing light of day. ![]()
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