A very strange, very alive novella about grief, memory, bodies, and the parts of a person that keep circulating after they are gone.

A woman has died, but her death does not behave. Her friends, lovers, family and fragments of self orbit around her, trying to understand what remains, what can be preserved, and what formaldehyde can and cannot hold still. It has the feel of speculative fiction written through mourning rather than spectacle — intimate, off-kilter, funny in the bleak places, and structurally restless.

It is also very much a novella about contemporary Australian weirdness: domestic, bodily, emotionally unsentimental, with that slightly sideways Jane Rawson quality where the speculative premise is not a gimmick but a way of looking more directly at ordinary devastation. Good for readers of Australian literary fiction, eco/speculative fiction, grief novels, uncanny novellas, and writers like Laura Jean McKay, Briohny Doyle, Jenny Offill, Sophie Cunningham, or anyone who likes fiction that refuses the clean boundary between realism and the surreal.

Paperback. First published in Seizure by Xoum in 2015. Good second-hand condition, with light shelfwear and handling to cover.