Tina Anderson & c.b. Potts
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Gadarene isn’t like anything we’ve reviewed before, and definitely isn’t like anything I’ve read before. To begin with, it’s not an M/M romance: first, because Wira more correctly falls under the “T” in “GLBT,” and second, because despite the fact that the two main characters are in love and have lots of sex, this is an in-your-face horror novel. It’s the book version of the scary movie you always want to watch when you’re alone in the dark, and then regret it the moment you’ve turned out the lights.
I’ve read horror novels before… well, I’ve tried to read horror novels. I find the “masters” like Stephen King or Dean Kootz to be boring because, simply, they talk too much. They strip all the horror from their own works because they’ve left my nerves so deadened by frustration with their endless yapping that it’s impossible for me to be afraid. The Anderson/Potts team didn’t do that. In fact, if I ever needed an example of when telling can be more effective than showing, Gadarene would be perfect.
Anderson/Potts tell us what happened, what Wira saw, how she felt about it, what she did about it. They don’t explain why any of it is happening, though. The unknown is left in the realm of the unknown, and that’s where the scare factor comes to play. Is any of this really happening? Is Wira imagining things? Is she psychic or psychotic? What happened back then? What did they do? What was done to them? Little by little, I learned enough to begin to piece together the events that led up to what’s happening now, but never – quite – enough to answer the first question, is this really happening? When the book was over, when the story was done, I was left wondering what, if anything, had been real. I even had to read it a second time, almost immediately after the first reading, to find out if I could pick up any more clues to let me comprehend the sheer strangeness of what was going on.
Holy crap, is that a recipe for night terrors, or what?!
The scariness of the story is the first thing that impressed me. The second thing is the characterization, and I don’t mean just the people. The story was set in Manhattan in the late 19th century; the time and place has a character all its own, not as obvious as Galen’s or Wira’s, but just as real. I have no idea how historically accurate it is, but it was written so beautifully that it didn’t matter to me. For the length of the novel, that’s where I lived, where I worked and played and struggled. It was dirty, smelly, cold, hungry, overcrowded, underwashed, and by modern standards, it was appallingly bleak and hopeless. Luckily for us, Anderson and Potts didn’t bother with modern sensibilities.
There was a fairly large cast of incidental characters, each of whom retained their true purpose in the story – they were archetypes, reflections of the main characters. In the thugs and bullies and drunkards, we see what Galen really is when you strip away all the romance from his character. In the whores and barmaids and cross-dressing working “girls,” we see what Wira is, what she has to live with. The two of them accepted this world without question as reality and therefore I, the reader, had to accept that this is what the two of them really were: a thug and a whore. The wonder of their relationship with each other was much more than hot sex and tender words and smiles. It was the fact that it was able to exist at all.
As a side-note, the cover art is superb. You might think that Wira and Galen look a bit cleaner than they should, but cleanliness is actually an intrinsic part of Wira’s character, and therefore it’s not surprising. I love the image of Wira – the juxtaposition of a man’s wiry muscles with the ruffles and curls of the feminine garb. I also like the way that the children are placed inside the mirror. Supposedly a mirror, by its nature, can reflect only what’s there, but it actually shows the opposite of what’s really there. That makes it the perfect symbol of the gap between life and death, a symbol of truth instead of fact, and, in this case, it summarizes the uncertainty that I was left with after finishing the story.
The only quibble I have with the art is that there are two little girls shown. Why? I have no idea. There are no little girls in the story, so why should there be any on the cover?
As a second side-note… The title Gadarene confused me. It’s no one’s proper name, it doesn’t appear anywhere in the text, and I ended up having to investigate the reference. Even after I did, it still stumped me. Why did the authors choose this reference as the title? How exactly did it fit the story? It was like a bonus puzzle. It doesn’t actually matter in regards to enjoying the story, but it’s a question I can pick up and put down again at will, and happily wonder about for as long as I’m interested in doing so.
If LdD hadn’t bought this book for me, I would never have read it. For one thing, I loathe PayPal, and for another, it’s simply not the sort of thing I would think to buy for myself. I don’t even know how she found it – one of the mysteries of being LdD, I guess. So would I recommend it? I don’t know. Since the publisher offers a discount to people who purchase the ebook and then decide to buy the printed novel, I suppose I feel good about recommending it. I felt that it was ultimately worth reading, after all. Each reader can then decide for themselves if they want to invest the money in the print version. As for myself, I’m content with the PDF.
Gadarene is a phenomenal book. It’s rare to find a book in this genre that pulls you into the story. Even more rare in the fact that this is a historical work. Absolutely stunning.
Even more fascinating is that Wira, our transgendered character, is in no way a chick-with-a-dick character. Wira is Wira. There is no other way to put it. Wira’s character is written so well, so perfectly, that even as she is referred to as a girl, as I refer to her as “she”, never did I feel I was reading a hetero story. Not once. Wira is strong, loving, helpful, but has her faults, too. Wira is Wira. When you read this, you’ll understand.
The setting and time played an integral part in this story. So many times, historical fictions gloss over the not-so-great stuff. Not Gadarene. This book lays it out as smelly, dirty, hard, cramped, cold, and not so great. And the people are the same. Calling people by racial nicknames: a given. Cleanliness: maybe. Food: you hope. Struggle: you bet. Because of this, there is no whitewashing in order to keep modern sensibilities. Wira had to survive while Galen was gone, and she did it the best way she could. Galen never bats an eye at his lover’s ‘profession’. Galen is a hired thug, an assassin. Wira worries, but can’t stop it. The people in this story can’t afford high-class morality.
Another thing I found spectacular is the gender roles played out in the story. Wira sees herself as a woman. Wira acts like a woman. Galen knows what Wira looks like under the dresses. Galen treats Wira like a woman. When he comes back home, he takes the role of the man. This doesn’t mean Wira becomes an empty-headed doll. It does mean that Wira falls into the role of a woman in the rough side of town. I loved it and thought it absolutely brilliant. Again, never did I feel I was reading a hetero story. I salute the authors for this feat of genius.
When it came to the horror aspect, the authors didn’t hesitate. It hits full-force without it being gory. Okay, maybe a tad bit. But mainly, it’s just creepy and gave me a great scare. The way the story unfolds, with memories and dreams, it kept me on my toes and off-kilter.
The best part (I know! There’s more?) is that this is a story I couldn’t just put down after the end. It stayed with me. The mystery continued to get solved in my brain; the little details of the setting and characterization slowly slid into the light and made me gasp in delight while I was doing the dishes. It’s a story that I had to tell others about, to talk it out, and make further discoveries. The story is still with me. It makes me greedy and demanding and hoping for a sequel of some sort, any sort. But, really, I couldn’t be happier with the ending. I couldn’t be happier with this book.
I recommend this book to anyone who loves excellent characterization, historicals, mysteries, or horrors. I would be shocked if those who read it didn’t love it. If you don’t “get it” after the last page, give your brain a couple of days. Let is set a while before making a firm decision. You’ll be glad you did.
I read the print edition of this book. Buy the print edition. You will want to hug and stroke this book. Save your monitor and just get the print edition. Besides, you’ll also want to be able to easily flip the cover over to stare at the art created by Laura “Zel” Carboni. It’s gorgeous and so ambiguous. It couldn’t have summed up this story any better.
Thanks to Elisa Rolle for pointing out this book. And thanks go to Muroku on Live Journal for linking me to the excerpt.