So strange, but good. A fairytale interspersed with an end of the world adventure. I think “monster” ie the centaurs, we‘re placeholders for anyone unusual or different.
Possibly not the best book to read after a year of a pandemic, but gosh what a good one. Stories within stories within stories that all spiral around each other until firmly linked. Like a modern fable with thorny darkness, enduring sadness, and just enough hope not to be a tragedy.
In this fabulist tale, a woman with cerebral palsy falls in love with a centaur. There‘s magic in the soil of a planet fed up with human greed; a heroic lesbian couple helping the survivors of an apocalyptic meteor shower; a young woman who had been waiting for a lung transplant; and a fox who wants to be a mother. It‘s a surprising, carefully crafted, poignant story of love and grief, seeded with brief original fairy tales. #CanadianAuthor
The mountain told him that humans lived the way that comets shot across the night sky—bright and burning, falling, gone. If you blinked, they disappeared.
(Photo: meteorite captured on my neighbours‘ nest cam)
He told her fairy tales … Fairies who lived in the salt mines beneath the mountains, long ago, who coated themselves with salt crystals before mating. That one sounded familiar—an old wives‘ tale her father once told her, about elders who threw salt across a doorway to ask good things into a woman‘s life.
“Stories are never just stories,” her father had said. “There‘s always a kernel of truth hidden deep within the words.”