A review by chirson
Dirty Wings by Sarah McCarry

2.0

At various points of reading I was torn between four stars (the depiction of the relationship between Maia and her father, the sumptous [to the point of ridiculousness] language of the novel), three stars (Cassandra & Maia) only to suddenly realise the book was over and my main reaction is: that nope nope nope octopus. There's a chance it was more of a disappointment because of the day I've had. But as I was looking at the ratings I just couldn't click "liked it" because by the end of it, I didn't.
SpoilerAlso: men ruin everything. Also: that baby (babies? it's been a while since book 1) will have one hell of a FAS. Also, possibly: don't give your gal pal pomegrantes, speed or cocaine, or whatever it was that White White White Man in Black represented.

And then there is that last sex scene which was all kinds of awful to read, and more than a little sad, and which read more rape-y to me than it was supposed to, probably. I guess there is only so much self-destruction I can read. And I hated Jason with my entire lesbian heart.


I guess I should have known this wouldn't be the book for me based on my track record of not enjoying books about bohemians. If Dionne Brand couldn't do it, I shouldn't have expected a different result here.

In retrospect, it makes me like All Our Pretty Songs less (:(), and I don't think I'll come back for the conclusion of the series, unfortunately. I guess I'm all burnt out on McCarry's antagonistic f/f/m dynamics (ymmv, lots of people seem to have loved it).

And now I need something fluffy to make myself feel less awful.