Cross-posted on Soapboxing.net
Tim Curran writes such wonderfully juicy tactile horror prose that it makes me wish Sow bit off more than it chewed. Sow starts with Richard realizing his pregnant wife, Holly, is not just pregnant with their unborn child, but with an unspeakable, nameless horror. Richard is only hastily sketched - he's described as the kind of guy who bores the census takers - and Holly even less so - we get not much more than wistful descriptions of her summery smell before the possession turns her into a stinking baby bag.
Curran captures a lot of the male anxiety around pregnancy, which, as you might have noticed, has become an absolute political nightmare in the US of A. Richard's wobbly mental state, and the ways he shifts between seeing Holly as Holly, and Holly as this fecund sow-witch that he vividly imagines murdering reminded me of the factoid I learned when I was pregnant myself with my first: American women are more likely to be murdered (usually by the father) when they are pregnant than to die from any other pregnancy-related condition. Spousal (or partner) abuse is more likely to start at pregnancy than any other time. But Curran's not really interested in such psychological jibber-jabber, and Sow is instead a sticky, straightforward witch-possession story with a lot of gross-out fun, if you're into that sort of thing.
Maybe this is just a gendered response on my part. I'm not even kidding when I say that the birthing sequence in Breaking Dawn is absolutely the scariest fucking thing I've ever read. It's freaky for a lot of reasons, but one being the way it broke the mother's terror into all these perspectives, all bearing down on her, this cacophony of people expressing all the things she cannot about how fucking gross and wrong the whole thing is, leaving her, the mother, smiling beatifically at a baby covered in blood with a full set of teeth. That's possession, for me, but I admit I have my girl bias. This may work perfectly for dudes as an expression of procreative terror.
I did really like the almost off-handed descriptions of rotting, rural Midwest. I just drove through 200 miles of the Minnesota outback, and the half-caved farmhouse just klicks down the road from a sign for some shitty office-park in development ("Ask us about our signing bonus!" "Think Barnum for your headquarters!") spoke to the bleeding rural landscape and its metastasizing suburbanization. There's a land war out there, fought over the most fertile farmland in the world. That the abandoned piggery would spit forth horror into the mushrooming condos spoke to me.
So, a fun little thing, shot down in a sitting. I don't think this is novel length, though I find it hard to determine length in the ebook format. The brevity is a selling point, as there isn't enough here, in what Curran has decided to take on, for many more pages. More's the pity, because I think there's more here.
Thank you to Netgalley and DarkFuse for the ARC. Their novella series is just aces for horror shorts.