Our Hideous Progeny
4.0 Stars
8-15-2024

The resurrectionists were roommates

A slow, languid, emotional, well written, and grounded examination of what would happen if Frankenstein's daughter had found his notebooks and started constructing undead dinosaurs. Once you've accepted the basic premise, the plotting is rather simple and staid, especially compared to all the operatic wildness that happens in the original Frankenstein. Still, the writing is a treat, and the characters are lovely and well drawn. At first I was unsure about this book; there's a thing that goes on in some circles of fiction, where they are really focused on certain things (neuro-divergence! physical disability & a limited spoon supply! queerness! anti-racism! lovely feminism!), and they have all the sign posts of those things, but then they forget to build actual characters and stories around those signposts, resulting in lackluster fiction. This has happened enough that I have started to feel anxiety when I see the signposts themselves. In this case though I need not have worried; there's actual genuine fiction here with well drawn characters and just a general lovely and luxurious flow of words. Even the cads of the piece were enjoyably fleshed out.

One small quibble; they are trying to construct an undead dinosaur in order to prove their palentological theories, but by doing so they are beggaring the question. They assume that the dinosaur should be constructed according to their theories and then build a dinosaur based on their theories. This does not prove that the actual dinosaurs corresponded to their theories.

Actually wait another small quibble. Like with the Ninth House book by Leigh Bardugo, the main character really is not that bad. I hesitate to even say she has anger issues, more she's just a sort of moderately prickly person.