An author whose work I have read somewhat extensively, in another voice, finding her voice, hearing voices. A new form of communication from a familiar voice, now so direct. and even more honest and unreliable. And I’ve only read 50 pages.
CRK is an artist I have grown to love over the past year or two. Her recent collection “Two Worlds and In Between” shows her remarkable strength writing in shorter format.
The collection includes “Riding the White Bull,” which I just finished this evening. I am simply amazed by how this intensely dense tale retains a poetic grace while still being jammed with details, plot points and descriptions. The rawness of Dietrich’s whole predicament as a Blade Runner-esque special agent who has been to the edge of the abyss, quite literally, and looked over, is truly powerful stuff.
I have no problem bringing my influences to picture this story as it unfolds in multiple times, spaces and dreams. Even if the author owes nothing to Blade Runner or Alien in conjuring such riveting fiction, these crutches helped and only reinforce the weight of emotion and loneliness.
One place where they author does acknowledge her influence is with a chilling quote from Charles Fort about the unlikely nature of contact with an alien race:
Of course, there’s nothing to that mystery if we don’t take so seriously the notion – that we must be interesting. It’s probably for moral reasons that they stay away – but even so, there must be some degraded ones among them.
And she knows that there are things, things in THIS world, that are so horrifying that any attempt to understand them will drive you beyond the point of madness, and you will be forever shunned by society.
The book is A Murder of Angels, and I’m at the 18% mark. It is utterly unrelenting and its not even near her best work.