Mostly Dead Things

2.5 rounded down

This book felt like it was at least
3 times longer than it actually was.

The characters were unlovable for most of it and the child neglect and the general air of apathy made them unsympathetic too. The story got nowhere and I couldn't really find a point to it aside from unhealed people will hurt their children and even in complacency you will find some modicum of healing at some point? The writing style did nothing for me.

The full review is available at The Gray Planet.

Mostly Dead Things by Kristen Arnett turned out to be a very odd read. The book has received many glowing, high profile reviews, particularly for a first novel. Most reviewers have described the book as unusual in one way or another. I would agree.

Jessa Morton is the first person narrator of the story. She was raised by her mother and her taxidermist father along with her younger brother Milo, in Florida. Taxidermy is the common thread in the novel–it is her father's passion as well as the family livelihood. Jessa is groomed from a young age to help her father in the taxidermy shop and he favors her over Milo. From an early age, Jessa understands that she is gay and she is singularly attracted to Brynn, a girl her age. Jessa and Brynn become both friends and lovers as teenagers. Their relationship is complicated as Brynn also is involved with boys. Brynn eventually marries Milo, but Jessa and Brynn maintain their affair even through the marriage and children.

The story starts with the suicide of Prentice Morton, Jessa's father. He shoots himself in the head in the taxidermy shop and, knowing that Jessa will be the one to find him, leaves her a private note. We also learn that Brynn ran away a few years ago, leaving Milo, her children (Bastien and Lolee) and Jessa to wonder where she went and why.

The chapters of the novel occur in two timeframes. The first, with titles like Sus Scrofa–Feral Pig, take place in the past, with Jessa describing growing up with Brynn and Milo and her family. Chapters that are labeled with numbers take place in the present time of the novel, starting about a year after the suicide.

In the novel, Jessa deals with multiple issues. First, is her father's suicide and the note he left which asks her to take care of things. The full contents of the note are never fully disclosed. Instead, it becomes almost talismanic and Jessa uses it to attempt to understand or control the major issues in her life–her relationship with her father, her mother, her brother, and her lovers. The note remains mysterious and is full of power for Jessa. She feels it is her responsibility to follow the instructions in the note, even to her own detriment.

Jessa's life has been subtly controlled by her relationships with her father and with Brynn, her lover. Both have now deserted her, her father by suicide, Brynn by running away. Any remaining support system she has–her mother, Libby, and her brother, Milo, are dysfunctional and distant. Following her husband's suicide, Jessa's mother can only focus on prurient, pornographic art which consists of sexually posing taxidermy available to her around the house and at the shop. This angers and concerns Jessa. To Jessa, it is demeaning to her father's legacy and work, particularly because Libby portrays her dead husband as a participant in her stagings.

Milo floats through life after Brynn deserts him and their children, unable to focus on either his parental responsibilities or his work or personal hygiene. Milo and Jessa's relationship is close, but complicated by the intertwining of their relationships with Brynn and the fact that Brynn left them both.

Jessa's attempts at connecting with others (Lucinda, a love interest, for example) leave her dissatisfied and bereft as she is unable to define, connect with or feel her own grief. It is this grief, this dissatisfaction with life, that colors the entire narrative of the book and drives its tone using the primal process of taxidermy as its symbol. As the taxidermist deconstructs his subject and delves into the smells, the slime, the blood and guts of it, before reconstructing it with parts on hand and baling wire, so Jessa does with her life in the alternating chapters.

This emotional angst colors Jessa's descriptions of the world around her. Everything in Jessa's life, even things that are traditionally beautiful and joyful, are made grotesque and sad when Jessa describes them. For example: remembering Milo and Brynn's wedding, Jessa describes the flowers she and the other attendants hold:

We held flowers that attracted bugs. Clutching our bouquets, we swatted and let the petals fall in wilted clumps on the grass. It clouded up and threatened rain for over an hour, but the sky refused to break open.

This negative context wears on the reader and we despair, as the book goes on and on, that there is anything other than her father's fate–a gun to the head–awaiting Jessa. Unlike some others, I did not find absurd humor in Jessa's narrative, only sadness. Jessa seemed doomed to this distorted view of the world and the people in it and I really didn't want to read more about it.

Despite this, I continued reading and was glad I did. The rest of this review explains why, but reveals some detail about the ending.

Jessa attempts to control her destiny, but her narcissistic efforts result in tragedy. After her mother's prurient art work is destroyed, partly as a result of Jessa's actions, Jessa attempts to reconnect with her mother by showing her the suicide note from her father. Libby doesn't care and tears up the note. This angers Jessa and she initially separates herself even further from her mother. But, after a time, with her last connection to her father now destroyed, Jessa is able to see her life differently.In a moving scene, Jessa visits her mother, and finds her hiding in the bathroom, unkempt physically and nearly catatonic. She washes her mother's body as she would a child. The description of this is as clinically detailed and personal as her descriptions of deconstructing a dead animal's body for taxidermy. But from this clinical viewpoint comes loving kindness, and Jessa is transformed by it. The family's dog, Sir Charles, stuffed by Jessa's father and Libby's husband watches this symbolic cleansing occur, almost a participant. After wrapping her mother in a towel, Jessa takes her to the living room where she “turns on the tortoise”, a phrase her father used to describe turning on a lamp with a green shade so he could see more clearly. In this new light, Jessa and Libby redefine their relationship. They lay to rest the demons that have beset them both—Prentice and Brynn, father, husband, lover.It is this scene that saves the book. Arnett handles this deftly. She ties together all the themes and characters in her book tightly and creates an ending that is subtle, deep, and profound. Like taxidermy, life is messy and sometimes it stinks. But, if you can can see clearly what you learned in the deconstruction of the body, if you can use what is on hand to create from the destruction a new and lasting beauty, life can be good. Taxidermy preserves beauty. Love, whether lost or ongoing, preserves life.I initially gave the book a mediocre rating—around 60/100. But this book and its ending have stuck with me over the past two weeks and grown larger in my memory. Jessa's narrative of despair and dirt, of guts and gore, of sadness and loss, was necessary to make the ending as powerful as it was. The novel at times was a slog to get through—but the travails of the journey were necessary to make the end of the journey sweeter.

Strong first novel here from Kristen Arnett. On occasion it dragged, but even when it dragged the prose kept me hooked. This is great- if you don't do well with animal death and gore, you may need to skip it, though I found the meditations on intimacy and love what I struggled with the most (just a tad heavyhanded for me).

-I don't think I can give this book a star rating yet, cause I just gotta sit with it a bit longer.- (1,5 final rating. I had to take it down cause the stance on suicide, especially in this specific case of terminal illness, is unacceptable to me. I cannot get over it.)
However, I will say that this was weird and gross and that it disturbed and unsettled me, which I love! I want what I read to make me question myself, to make me think about the limits of my comfort. I loved giggling at the absurdity, at the stupidity, at the awkwardness of human behaviour. I think the writing style/choices that didn't work for a lot of people were what made this work for me. The repetition made me feel like I was circling the drain of grief, and that felt cathartic in this setting. I couldn't put this down! The queer mess still being messy at the end warmed my heart, even though it was the writing and not the events of the ending that made this feel finished to me.
What didn't work for me however was the stance this took on suicide. That was really disturbing to me, and kind of taints everything else. It could also definitely have been 10% shorter.

This book just isn't that good. It's not because everyone is sad or screwed up in some way. It's not because Jess's-Lynn imagines women she's attracted to being dismembered and taxidermied. It's not because the author has okay writing skills. It's just trying way too hard to be weird and gross without getting anywhere interesting. Bleh.