SHORT FICTION: In the Gloaming O My Darling by Misha Burnett

Tuesday , 18, April 2017 13 Comments

Before we get into this one, I have to say… I’ve been discussing games, science fiction, and fantasy online with him for about four years. He’s one of twelve people that took the time to write an introduction to my book Appendix N, too. While we’re as about as close as two people can get in the quasi-reality of online blogging and social media, we’re still very different people with fairly different tastes and goals. Being objective in a discussion of this story is going to be fairly difficult for two reasons, then.

Really, though… you can’t discuss what’s going on in short science fiction and fantasy without touching on Misha’s stories and commentary. He has a surprising amount of influence and a wide range of people pay attention to his commentary.

Before I get into why this is such a good story, I do want to get some of the hard stuff out of the way. First, this is I think a good example of a contemporary New Wave story. It’s not the sort of tale I have advocated in my critiques. Indeed, the premise and arc of the tale are inverted, at least compared to the other stories in this issue of Cirsova. Rather than a stunningly good looking Andromeda type chained to the rocks, we have a couple of young boys. Rather than a fairy-tale ending we have… something horrible.

To be sure, if this is the only type of story there was, I wouldn’t read much at all. That said, I have to confess that this is exceedingly well executed. First I identify with the rural boy over the city slicker. I experience the one’s annoyance at the other right along with him. Then I flip and realize I’d judged the city boy too harshly and actually quite like him. When the action comes, not only is everything well established so that I can grasp what is happening and why, but I also care about the characters. Something is at stake for me.

The most pernicious problem facing contemporary authors have these days is their inability to make likable characters. Likability necessarily hinges on a moral dimension that people are largely ignorant of or else actively at war with. And Misha is one of what seems like a vanishingly small number of people these days that actually “get” it. You can’t pull this sort of thing off by checking of boxes or following the script of the hero’s journey. Misha actually makes it seem easy, though.

At the same time, however, there are lines. And it is the part of the New Wave to find them and then either obliterate them or else come right up to the limit. Misha does the latter here. And it’s similar to the preceeding story by Louise Sorensen. I’ve had all the Strong Female Characters I can stand. After David Weber novels and the Iron Fist series, I’ve just seen all I really need to of that. Reading “Darla of Deodanth”, I can say though that if you take out the Greek Chorus of dweeby male cheerleaders and just serve up a straight-ahead action tale where the lead doesn’t judo flip guy that weigh three times as much as her, then I can go along with it.

You see a similar thing here, but it’s more subtle. After contemporary “gay” political issues being shoehorned into nearly every episode of Doctor Who during Matt Smith’s run… after having the what could have been a very fun Flash series ruined by brazenly hamfisted efforts to unnecessarily incorporate gay characters… after seeing traditional romantic story beats completely disappear outside a gay couples who now get storybook romances where heterosexual couples are shown in downright godawful marriages if they’re shown being married at all…. After all of that, I have simply had it. I’m quite happy to read things from before 1940 just so to get a break from people jamming these sorts of opinions into my face.

Needless to say, a story about two naked boys chained up to rocks as some sort of offering to horrible creatures…? This is heading into “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” territory just a little bit more than I’m comfortable with. That said, I have to admit… I was completely swept up by this story. And again, these are not the usual pulp fantasy story beats at all, but something in an entirely different direction.

It shouldn’t be possible. Deep Ones are among the most discussed, most complained about, most referenced, and most critiqued aspect of Lovecraft’s oeuvre. And yet… here is a riff on “The Shadow Over Insmouth” that does something different. Rather than go the tiresome route of turning Lovecraft’s racism on its head, we get a new take on an old myth: Beautiful water nymphs that lure the simple to the their deaths.

The sort of thing Lovecraft tended to only show at a distance, Misha serves up in eerily intimate detail. And once the characters are established and the basic situation is set up, I am positively transported once the action kicks off. It’s like being there. The confusion and fright of the protagonists is my own. As is their terror and awe and wonder and shock when reality finally sets in.

If you’re going to pay homage to H. P. Lovecraft this really is the one thing your story needs to accomplish: this sort of kicker where something that is already horrible gains another order of magnitude of awfulness in the space of a paragraph.

Misha nailed it.

13 Comments
  • john silence says:

    There’s one part in Shea’s “In Yana”, that entire section of the novel being one of its more twisted (and darkly humorous, as things often went with Shea) parts, where this pair of sympathetic male lovers is chained to rocks and used as offering to monsters.
    Subconscious nod to Shea?

    • I have to admit that I had never heard of “In Yana, A Touch Of Undying”. Odd, because I love “Nifft The Lean” and “The Color Out Of Time”.

    • deuce says:

      Yeah, IN YANA is pretty cool. Shea takes his protagonists down into the Underworld yet again. Obviously, he was fascinated by such things, but I never grew tired of reading about it. I wouldn’t recommend reading IN YANA and all of the Nifft novels back to back, though.

    • keith says:

      Oh yes, I remember that finale. He definitely had a knack for writing such hellish imagery.
      I think that IN YANA is the most consciously Vance-like work of his, in its language, humor, picaresque style… If not for Shea’s own grotesque touch, and few vulgar bits you’d never find in Vance (remember that singing Ogre, guys?), it could pass for lost Vance novel, no questions asked.

  • deuce says:

    Keith Taylor had Deep Ones as sirens in WHEN DEATH BIRDS FLY. Cormac and Wulfhere figured out the ruse. Bad night for the Deep Ones.

  • […] A review of my story “In The Gloaming O My Darling” from Cirsova #5. […]

  • Scott Cole says:

    I need to get busy on reading my copy. I’ve been missing out.

  • icewater says:

    Interesting one, alright. Those who are partial to psychology of sexuality will have a field day with it.

    Anyway, I want to say how I liked the combat between the village boy and deep mother, because it played with with his subjective perception of her as opposed to objective reality of it… but thing is, you really don’t know at what point his entire illusion started here. I am almost tempted to go down the old “one one them was a figment of other’s imagination dun dun duun” route. She might have read his desires, and then engineered the city boy based on them and either his knowledge of the world or whatever memories she had from her other victims. And then, she built that entire perfect scenario for him, all the way up to… climax.

    • I am torn between wanting to maintain the ambiguity of the story and wanting to explain what exactly happened from an objective POV.

      I’ll compromise. Michorn was entirely real.

      • Okay, one other point. There is a clue to the events that I thought would be obvious that no one has yet mentioned. In fact, I was afraid that it would give away the ending too quick.

      • keith says:

        For what it’s worth, I never thought that he was his hallucination the whole time. That final twist with the hand kinda confirms that. I would have to re read the story in order to see if I can pick up any clues as to the beginning of Tak’s hallucination, but I recall Michorn’s chain being broken as being just a bit too convenient.

  • icewater says:

    This reminded me of something else I have read recently, Livia Llewellyn’s “Take Your Daughters To Work”. It also plays on Deep Ones, sexuality and sacrifice in this pretty disturbing and unusual way. Misha would probably like that one.

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