Any horror story could be said to work in two pieces: the fear of being wholly alone and of realising that one has company.
Julia Armfield’s debut novel, Our Wives Under The Sea, was one of my top ten books of 2022, so it’s not surprising that I found her second, Private Rites, a bit disappointing in comparison. Private Rites follows three queer sisters, Isla, Irene and Agnes, as they face the slow dissolving of their world in the face of climate chaos. Rain is almost constant and floods are increasingly common, but like the Canadians in Fort McMurray who dropped off their dry-cleaning as a catastrophic wildfire was approaching, the sisters continue living their everyday lives, working at coffee shops, offering therapy sessions and negotiating romantic relationships. The event that ruptures their world is not a tsunami nor a maelstrom but the death of their distant architect father and their revisiting of the house he designed himself, which is ‘both transparent and impenetrable’. ‘It was built to rise above water… strung with ribbon windows that run to fifty feet on either side, it streams from north to south as a single linear form… Its legs are mechanical, extending as necessary to match the rising water levels… Easy to watch the water lap against the bottom of the windows and miss the fact that the house is rising higher to account for this encroachment’. Honestly, it sounds a bit like Halley VI.
The house the sisters inherit is a tremendous metaphor for the world they live in, and Armfield’s writing is as brilliant as ever. She is so good at writing both emotion and description, at making us feel many different kinds of rain. For me, though, Private Rites felt too diffuse. It obviously lacks the taut plot-thread that led us through Our Wives, but that in itself wouldn’t have been a problem for me; I think writing a great plot is much harder than we’re led to believe, but I’ve also enjoyed many a plotless book. What I struggled with was the way we dance between the sisters’ points of view and even once, into the heads of two of their partners. Irene was the only sister who really comes into full focus, as Isla and Agnes fail to move beyond the stock roles they are forced to play (Isla->older sister->emotionally closed->needs to be in control; Agnes->younger sister->free spirit->scared of commitment->frustrates her older sisters with her scattiness). And even Irene felt hard to grasp hold of because we are constantly being whisked away from her as soon as we connect with her. I would have loved Armfield to have trapped the sisters in the house, together, earlier on in the book. Although Private Rites is a much better novel, the scattering of its cast reminded me a little of Coco Mellor’s Blue Sisters, which only really worked for me when all the living sisters were in the same room.
Private Rites has been framed as more ambitious than Our Wives Under The Sea, even if it’s not totally successful, but while I’d agree that this is an ambitious novel, I think that assessment underplays just how good Our Wives is. As I wrote at the time, it’s so, so difficult to achieve that kind of crossover between literary and speculative fiction, and to write an ending as powerful as the ending of Our Wives, which brings both strands together. It looks simple because it tells an old story about strange monsters under the sea, but its straightforwardness hides its accomplishment. Private Rites, in contrast, is not a horror novel, and not meant to be. It aims for the same kind of emotional-speculative intertwining in its climax, but it felt too sudden, and fell short. Having said that, though, I’m still a huge Armfield fan. This book was worth reading for the line I quoted at the start of this review alone, but it’s also, despite its unevenness, the best account of everyday apocalypse I’ve ever encountered.
I received a free proof copy of this novel from the publisher for review.
It’s a while since I failed to read Our Wives under the Sea, so I can no longer remember why I abandoned it. So I’m not sure … If it comes into the library, I’ll try to give this one a fair shot.
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I know that you struggle with speculative fiction so that might have been the issue with Our Wives? The vast majority of this one feels much less speculative.
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That was the reason, I seem to remember, so I should try this one with an open mind. I see it is available at our library, so I’ll look out for it.
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I see what you mean about that quote. Like Margaret, I tend not to get on with speculative fiction so perhaps this would be a better place to start with Armfield for me.
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In defence of Our Wives I would say it’s on the very light speculative side!
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The endless-rain-apocalypse reminds me quite a bit of The Earlie King and the Kid in Yellow by Danny Denton, which I read back in October; the same sense of both being trapped at the end of the world and of having a life which you must carry on with regardless (as well as, of course, the same rain). Is Armfield Irish? Denton is and that relationship between Irishness and rain feels like a really significant part of the nature of the catastrophe for him.
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No, she’s English – I think we have our own relationship with rain haha. Its setting reminded me a lot of Jan Mark’s Useful Idiots which I read as a teenager and which is also set in a flooded Britain.
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Lol, I mean… very true, the English certainly do have deep emotional responses to rain!
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This does sound ambitious, I think I’d feel frustrated at all the different voices but them not being quite interesting enough, maybe. Everyday apocalypse is a resonant phrase, which will make it worth reading for a lot of people, I’m sure.
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I think I would have been happier with the three voices if we’d spent longer stretches with each one – she dots around quite a lot and I wasn’t sure why the partners’ viewpoints were included.
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I started reading this in April but my early enthusiasm petered out. I’ve been stuck at 43% for an age but I guess I’ll go back to it — it sounds like it does get better. Impressive that you managed to review it without referencing Lear!
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I’m not especially familiar with Lear but from what I do know, it didn’t feel like a very close retelling. I found it a very slow read as well.
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I remember reading reviews of Our Wives (and just read your excellent one, BTW) but can’t remember why I decided to pass on it (probably the TBR pile was threatening to topple and bury the house at that time. It’s now worse). Armfield sounds like an interesting writer (and there aren’t as many of these around as one could wish, alas). I’ll definitely keep an eye on her output, particularly as I love horror & speculative fiction.
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She is a v v good writer, and if you love horror and spec fic as well I’d say Our Wives is an absolute must! Sympathise with having too big a tbr pile though…
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I’ve been weighing this one up, wondering if I should try it. But your review tells me that it’s Our Wives Under the Sea that I should seek out!
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Oh yes try Our Wives first!
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