
“That’s how you get deathless, volchitsa. Walk the same tale over and over, until you wear a groove in the world, until even if you vanished, the tale would keep turning, keep playing, like a phonograph, and you’d have to get up again, even with a bullet through your eye, to play your part and say your lines.”
I make no secret of the fact that I am a huge fan of Cathrynne M Valente’s work. I will happily buy any of her work, subject matter aside, for the sheer beauty of her words and worlds.
As is so happens, I usually find myself entranced with her subject matter as well. Deathless is no exception. Based around the shape of a Russian fairytale, it tells the story of Marya Morevna and Koschei the Deathless. Valente uses myth and fairy tale to shape a story that is utterly her own, peopled by creatures that cannot exist and places that feel like they should.
I lost myself happily in Deathless, and when I finished the last page and looked up to see a world without Koschei and Marya, it was this world that felt unreal, the one that existed only between words.
If you’re a fan of Valente’s work, you likely already own this book. If you don’t, get it. I am gleeful to own the lovely hardcover edititon. The cover art is magnificent – probably the best that any Valente book has had so far.
If you’ve never read Valente, I urge you to do so. You won’t find much as vivid and beautiful as her work.
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