A collection of short stories, Suspended Heart Stories explores the breadth and depth of personal interconnectedness through a range of relationships and often unusual situations. Each tale introduces a collection of characters different to the last, and undoubtedly some will resonate with individual readers more than others. While most are told from a female perspective, the prose is not overly sentimental as can sometimes be the downfall of this type of writing - while reading I often felt like I was examining a surreal and intricate painting, honing in on specific brush strokes or unusual colours to gain a greater appreciation of the whole.
I was struck by a recurrent mention of birds and flight, with psychic pigeons, literary and lovelorn parrots, and a man with wings that do not allow him to lie about the truths contained within his heart. While talking animals, human mutation, and inter-species romances are not necessarily unheard of in magic realist fantasy of this sort (Murakami is a favourite of mine in employing these devices), "wingedness" felt like a confirmed theme, although I haven't quite unpicked what it might mean beyond the usual flight-based allusions.
More broadly, there is a strong thread of intrusive and distorted nature - a boy taken over by a patch of soil, or a baby born pure blue. Bloom in Any Season and The Girl With the Razorblade Skin both took this concept and made it intrinsic to the female protagonists' experience of love and loss in the world; the former as a cycle of lush plenty and prickly desolation, the latter as growth by quite literally becoming sharper and less pliable to malicious external forces.
Several of the stories also suggested a near future dystopia, or something like a reimagined past. Automatons with an algorithmic drive to survive, a world without books but instead a vaguely sinister TV station, and (once again) literary parrots following the fall of humanity. I'm not sure if it was ever clearly stated, or just something reminiscent in the language being used, but I often felt as if I were reading something at home in the 1950s, stylistically speaking. There is often an elegance and restraint in the language being used that allows violence and cursing the land with all the power and shock with which they rightfully should.
A couple of the stories fell a little flat for me ..The Erotic City of Ghosts and Little Red Riding Hood both felt out of place and comparatively oddly written, although Ghosts did retain more of the lush language and imagery of the rest of the collection. I'm quite sure that this is typical in an anthology of this sort though, and am equally sure that they're likely to be someone else's favourites.
Overall I found great enjoyment reading this collection, and would strongly recommend to anyone who enjoys literary fiction with a more poetic flare. Rather mundanely, I'm also a big fan of short stories when commuting as there's less of a thread to try and hold on to in-between sittings, so this was a brilliant train read. My personal favourites from the volume were:
- Fear of Snakes
- Godiva
- Saints and Blue Babies
- A Companion to Minnow Lake
This copy was granted for free in exchange for an honest review, courtesy of Book Sirens.