TW: Self-mutilation, gore and blood (lots). Very descriptive—how did these people keep on living?

It’s a dabble in medical-sci-fi, or should this book be classified as horror? It’s dark sure, but also poetic, metaphorical, and romantic. The blood and gore within is tasteful, and thoughtfully arranged. Three women are literally dedicating their bodies to each of their artistic endeavors, which are potentially harmful sacrifices to their lives and relationships.

My face pinched a lot while taking in this book. As an artist and a “card-carrying member” of the “zipper club,” I would often paint my scar into self portraits. I didn’t put is there, but it made me, so it’s a part of my (visual) identity, whether anyone noticed or not. Needless to say this book struck just the right macabre nerve in me.

Something haunting casts a shadow over every character in this book, but I couldn’t put my finger in it. Depression? Loneliness? Its was some form of detachment… I could feel the presence of a sorrow-clenched throat behind every woman’s thought and movement. This was often disrupted by a vivid description of wet, seepage sounds, which is disarming.

Brewer’s writing is thoughtful and lovely (despite the imagery). I look forward to future works!