Danya

julia armfield never misses for me, but I found what was happening in the background (a drowned world, the mold-like growth of cults, the alternating need for despair and disconnect in times of crisis) a richer text than our three protagonists. it was like getting glimpses of a more interesting story happening over their shoulders before the narrative inevitably steered me back to their infighting. the ending felt a bit rushed, disjointed, and ultimately unsatisfying, but much of my critique comes from the fact that our wives under the sea is such a knockout.

this novel tries so hard to be "six of crows" but ends up reading like a grasping appeal to a booktok audience. uncomfortably stuffed with too many tropes (an ocean's eleven style heist, vampires, a weapon with an excalibur-esque legacy - plus elves? dropped as an aside in the last 20 pages) without consideration toward building a world that might contain them all. underdeveloped; could've used some more time to steep.

at its best, this novel reads like a rich impression of sámi life, evoking everyday culture and custom with precise details and fraught, intersectional cultural tension.

but on a narrative level, the plot is threadbare, which meant the characters were circling around the problem established on page one for the entire book. even the climax, which had far and away the best pacing, didn't seem to bear any real emotional weight. the dry, pragmatic prose style—which, to be fair, might be more a problem of the translation than the original text—felt at odds with what should've been an evocative bit of storytelling. noir-lite, nordic crime-ish, a wishy-washy jo nesbø.

filled with the trope-isms of an author writing explicitly for booktok. underdeveloped and overexplained, with two protagonists who are elevated as "special" for lackluster reasons. wildly scattershot character development, confounding narrative logic, and despite being built on what should be an interesting setting and foundational mythology, was mostly just boring to read.

dense, grounded, expansive - some chapters can run on a little long or read a bit dry, but worth reading for the descriptions of sea ice and arctic tundra alone. I can't stop thinking about this book, how quietly it articulates questions of place and perception, and how it doesn't attempt to untangle the thorniness of those questions. some of the best nature writing and ecocriticism I've read.