May the Moon Shine Upon Camlann

This work investigates a bag of teeth, or a knight in a lake, or a werewolf, as told by a florist, Ilana, who regularly encounters the god-slaying knight Estout (or Astolpho, or Bedivere, or both, or neither). God-slaying is less an act of deicide, more an exorcism of narrative imposition on the soul. Translation of imbued text carries the potential of magical physiotrauma, from which are borne wild gods (though not all wild gods arise from this process). A phenominal exploration of grief over what is lost, grief over causing past harm, and the interplay of stories and consciousness. I do not tend to describe stories by listing basic components of the characters, but the following sentence has been stuck in my head in a delightful way: "Magic-purged Jewish trans woman and her friend, a nonbinary immortal gestalt godhood-stripping knight, meet the re-knitting corpse of a Welsh berserker knight." The language used in describing the scenes of body horror are evocative and visceral - enjoyable throughout, and very warm.

This book was really good, a fun read