DNF 85% - There are major spoilers in my review. Stop now if you don't want spoilers! Also, I'm so mad I don't even know if this review is gonna make sense. I stopped reading the book three days ago and I'm *still* angry. I've never written a review like this. I've never been so angered by a novel.
Before I get to the meat of my problem with this book, let me just say that this quote bummed me out:
|"As a woman, your entire body has been adapted for that one, singular purpose: childbirth."]
(said by a supposedly loving husband to his suicidal wife who is suffering from POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION)
Um, no. Would the author have said, "As a man, your entire body has been adapted for that one, singular purpose: ejaculation."??? No! Because that's ridiculous! Our bodies have not adapted for the *singular* purpose of jizzing or giving birth. They've adapted to *survive*, as individuals and as groups, in a variety of ways. Passing on one's genetic material is one of those ways and that is true of every living thing on earth. But you can neither ejaculate nor give birth if you cannot breathe. Did our bodies adapt for the singular purpose of breathing? No! Everything works together and reproduction is just one part of a human being.
I think this line is so bothersome to me because of the current state of healthcare for women in America. In many states, the law now prioritizes the life of a fetus over the life of a mother. There are women who can't get treatment for diseases because they're pregnant. And of course, there are many who can't get a legal abortion. The state has turned us into little more than incubators.
So wtf is up with this quote. It's disappointing to read, especially from a woman author.
Now, my *real* reason for writing a review (something I rarely take the time to do): at the core of this novel is an intimate and invasive act of betrayal, control, and manipulation, that is presented as a loving, heroic act. It's the big reveal and it is fucked up.
The book is about a woman who is undergoing an experimental treatment for depression, postpartum depression, intrusive thoughts, and suicidal ideation. Around 75% in, we learn she is also suffering from a delusion (or "false narrative" as it's called in the book) that she killed her son.
The treatment is done using virtual reality. Magpie is hooked up to all kinds of wires, sensors, and tubes. She's cradled by the VR setup and her eyes are held open by the VR visor. She's in a state of hypnogogia. She doesn't have any awareness outside of the VR world.
The people providing this experimental treatment include nurses, techs, and a psychologist. The nurses monitor her vitals, clean away her bodily fluids, and generally care for her body which is essentially dreaming while hooked up to computers and other stuff to facilitate the virtual reality. The two "techs" control what her reality looks like. They've built many environments meant to facilitate her therapy, including one that is a gallery lined with important artifacts from her life, meant to provoke psychological breakthroughs. They're sitting in another room behind a one way mirror, watching her and their screens.
She has given the experimenters her journals, her art, every photograph she's ever taken, access to family and friends, everything they need to truly understand her. The only things they don't know about her are the things she never wrote down, never photographed, and never spoke to anyone about.
The psychologist is in another location across the city because (for some reason) he is supposed to be anonymous to the techs. He has a minimal VR set up - headset and gloves. He's her guide, meant to lead her through the vr, direct her attention to the artifacts, ask her probing but gentle therapy questions. He knows everything about her.
The "psych," as the techs call him, is with Magpie shortly after she wakes up for the first time in VR. She does not know why she's there, she does not know that she's in VR. She's not told this because it would ruin the whole point of the VR world.
The techs start the show by putting her in front of a rotting body. It's her. So she sees her own dead body, rotting in the water under a bridge and accepts it the way you do with strange things in a dream. And then a dude shows up. She doesn't know who this dude is who and he won't tell her. She's confused about what the heck is going on for the majority of the book. And the psych is elusive, but it seems he has to be that way for the therapy.
The psych, who she only refers to as her "friend," goes around with her and tries to help her figure out why she's there. He leads her in certain directions to encourage her to have an epiphany and walk away from the experiment healed. She focuses on him often and it takes her a long time to trust him.
Well GUESS WHAT - around 75% into the book, we learn that the psychologist who she's been trusting with some of her most intimate moments and memories IS HER HUSBAND. Who is not a psychologist. Who broke into the real psychologist's apartment to use his VR gear and trick her and the researchers. Somehow, he managed to get her treatment scheduled while the real psychologist who he's impersonating is on vacation.
And you might be thinking, "Oh damn, this novel just added coercive control and intimate partner abuse to the list of weighty mental health topics already being discussed. Maybe he's the reason she keeps trying to kill herself?"
(Because, hello, impersonating your wife's experimental VR therapist, learning every single thing about her thus destroying her privacy in your marriage, and joining her in a virtual reality that is essentially her brain because of how it was created IS FUCKED UP AND ABUSIVE.)
You'd be wrong for thinking this was about control and abuse though! His actions are portrayed as loving and heroic rather than abusive and coercive. He did it because he thinks he knows what's best for her.
When she figures out he's her husband, it's while he's FORCING her to confront an artifact that she says she's not ready for. HE is CONTROLLING her fucking Therapy from inside her own mind.
Here are a few quotes from after she realizes the therapist who's been crawling around inside her brain is secretly her husband:
["...my husband, who was not a trained mental health professional, but was doing his damned best. I couldn’t tell if I was angry at him for intervening in my own intervention, or happy that he was here and I didn’t have to go through all of this alone. I wondered whether I would have had the same breakthrough with a real psychologist."]
That sounds like a victim trying to rationalize her abuse.
[“But why not talk to me directly?” I asked, aghast. “Why go to such… lengths?”
...
"...since when has simply talking to you ever worked before? You’re stubborn, Magpie, you needed a neutral third party to confide in. But I knew you also needed someone who understood you. You aren’t a two-page book. Not even close.”]
She's asking "why did you do this" and he's telling her "you made me do this because you're so stubborn. I did this because I know what's best for you."
I'll note that she uses the words "angry" and "aghast" in the two quotes above - that's the kind of reaction one should have. Unfortunately, the anger immediately vanishes and everything is ok.
[“But breaking into another man’s house, impersonating him, sneaking your way onto an elite academic experimental programme and pretending to be a therapist… these are crimes, you know that, right?”
“I know. But it was worth it.”
“I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“It won’t.”
He said it so confidently. I should have realised he’d have come up with a contingency plan. He was intelligence unbridled; he always had been way ahead of me in that respect. He was the brains; I was the heart. Between us, we might just make up a halfway decent person.]
This looks like a victim, protecting her abuser from the authorities after he's been caught, something very common in domestic violence and abuse cases. She's also putting her abuser's intellect ahead of her own, because she says he's the smart one and he knows best.
Finally, her husband admits that this charade wasn't just to help her have a psychological breakthrough. He concedes to his own, selfish purposes:
[“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, heavily.
“To find out if you still loved me,” he said, simply.]
Imagine impersonating your wife's therapist to find out if she still loves you. That's legitimately creepy. But it's not written that way.
🥰You guys, he's actually just sweet and loving and romantic! He knows what's best for me! I don't need privacy or boundaries because he's the smart one! 🥴
I felt it important to write this review because I know what abuse looks like. It is harmful when abusive situations are cloaked in devotion and romance like this one. Yeah, I know it's a sci-fi horror novel and not a self help book, but this example of abuse as love is just so sneakily done. It's the kind of thing that influences people without them realizing it.
To anyone who reads this book: his behavior is neither loving nor acceptable. It is manipulative, controlling, and desperate.
I am a survivor of years of domestic violence and coercive control. One thing about control these days is that technology makes it very easy to watch someone. An abuser can easily track a victim's location with a tag and capture everything on a victim's phone with an app. The lack of digital privacy I faced is so similar to what happens in VR in this book. When someone can see everything on your phone - messages, searches, notes, etc - it's almost like they're in your head, privy to your most personal moments and thoughts. I always had a place where I was free to be real and honest, though: therapy. I could say what I wanted without censoring myself when I was alone in a room with my therapist. Imagining my abuser somehow impersonating my therapist and destroying that sanctuary makes my skin crawl.
Therapy is holy. It's intimate, vulnerable, honest. *Privacy* is why therapy is holy. Your secrets, your fears, your regrets, your confessions are safe. How could this author not know this?
Imagine tearing the mask from your therapist like a scooby do villain and it's your fucking husband under there.
I think I'm just rambling at this point because this book was so triggering for me. I'm not the kind of person who pays attention to trigger warnings. I read horror to wound myself and rise again. I read horror because I'm a final girl.
But this is something else. This is a hideous betrayal and an act of violence and coercive control that is presented as not just totally ok, but kind, loving, romantic, and intelligent.
To be fair - I stopped at 85%. I can't read another page. It's possible that Magpie realizes how incredibly fucked up her husband is and escapes from him after this point. But I seriously doubt that happens.
Perhaps without intending to, the author has created an interesting speculation on the potential for intimate virtual reality violence. Imagine someone getting into your head when you are most vulnerable and hiding their identity from you and pretending to be someone else, someone you tell everything to. They could do some serious damage to your mind.
It's a shame because there are some cool scifi and horror elements to this novel that I haven't even mentioned. It's interesting and exciting and I'm disappointed I won't find out what happens in the end.
This is maybe the only narrative ever that could be improved upon by ending, "And it was all just a dream."
Because seriously wtf.