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Little Black Dress edited by Susie Maguire
Polygon, 2006
Hardback
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"You
could put an air embolus in the drip line but you need at least 50ml
and that’s not a good way to go. You could switch off the ventilator
but they’d hear that. The best would be to disconnect the ventilator
from the endotracheal tube. That way it’ll still be wheezing but the
oxygen won’t be going into your lungs. The last five minutes will be
bad."
Reviewed by Melissa Lee-Houghton
This
is a book you will want to re-read. It’s an intriguing concept,
all-female writers addressing the ever relevant little black dress,
or LBD as it’s affectionately termed. The Little Black Dress clings
to the concepts of identity, female independence, liberation and the
height of couture and contemporary and modern style. There are
endless ways to take this concept and I believe that the stories
represented are unusual, original and authentic, there's surprise
after surprise. The author biographies are placed at the beginning of
the book and you get a little snippet from each writer about what the
little black dress means to them and that detail hooks you right
away. "My little black dress would be one that didn't smell like
old turnip or have melted smarties mashed into it." You get the
feeling there will be humour and darker stuff, from the outset.
There
are accomplished writers, novelists, journalists, broadcasters,
actresses and more in the unique collection. The opening story by
Michelle Berry is darkly funny, a delicious piece of prose where a
club of would-be widows lounge and casually plot murder by the
poolside, aptly titled Five Old Crows. The club wear
little black dresses and drink G&T's in the afternoon in the
heat; the story has a drunken swagger to it, you feel that the whole
piece is intoxicated by the end of the story. "'Shopping for a
funeral must be fun,' Rosalie says, dreamily. 'Think of the
dresses. The hats. The shoes. Gloves even.'" The ending is
unflinching, unexpected and above all, funny.
In a
number of stories, the LBD almost has a physical presence, a life of
its own, hung up in the closet or hidden away, a thing of almost
obsessive appeal. In Dancing in the Dark by Rosemary Goring,
the LBD "slithered off the hanger and into Helen's hand it
crackled, giving off pin pricks
of
light." In this piece, the LBD is a thing of desire, a costume that
can bring about a kind of female revamp and reinvention, and creates
a vantage point for a fractured relationship to try to find its way
again. You want to touch the dress yourself, you want to feel it and
see it and hold it, it's described so powerfully. In this story,
one of the most beautiful lines in the book, "The ache in her
thighs was soothed by the cool sheath of the dress, but it was a pain
of pure pleasure."
One
of the longer, darker stories is 50/50 Psychic by Muriel Gray,
as curious a story as its title suggests. Angel McKay, who
appears to be well endowed with a personality disorder of some
description, finds herself a part to play in a very old story which
began with her great grandmother's horrifying crime and whose dress
and iron bath find their way back to their rightful owner. This is a
far-fetched piece yet totally convincing in all its lovely, tense and
seriously dark drama. Angel's character is completely unlikable yet
it works.
The
Girl Before by Morag Joss is altogether the most harrowing
story in the book. Again, there is a black dress which is so
beautiful that it seems to come alive, "It's made of some
stretchy material that is cold to the touch and has a slight spangly
look to it. Under the bulb in the ceiling it draws all the light to
itself and at the same time sends back winking dots of it, and I push
my had inside and turn it around under the material..." The LBD in
this dress is not liberating in the least. The concept of The Girl
Before reminds me of The Handmaid's Tale, where the
heroine is haunted by the thought of what happened to the girl before
her, finally coming to the conclusion that things went fatally for
her. In this story, the girl survives with her wits after an ordeal
that honestly provoked me and distressed me, and I would challenge
anyone to read and not want to heave with tears.
Alma
Martyr by Susie Maguire is a clever little number. The black
dress in this story is used as a ruse, an instrument of deceit. A
woman makes a particularly, casually cruel con, with ease,
determination and a memory that does not want to forget. Energetic
prose with an eye for detail and an unforgiving main character whose
lack of empathy and fever for credit cards and cash is ever so
slightly chilling.
The
most frustrating (in a good way) story I have ever read is White
Coat/Black Dress by Manda Scott. A medical student is
confronted by a photograph of an exceptional woman in a black dress,
and finds her hooked up to a ventilator, unable to speak on a ward
where people are most likely to die or are waiting to die. The story
is brave and bold, piercing with its vision and pushed to its limits.
It is a genuinely frightening, meticulously crafted story whose main
character ends his stay of fence-sitting to aid a terrible
eventuality: "..if they become ‘restless' they can be sedated
with propofol….works quite well partially to anaesthetize someone
who might otherwise wish to make a statement regarding their worth as
a human being." The prose is driven and disturbing.
There
aren't many light hearted moments in a book dominated by extreme
personalities, and revenge and complicity and murder plots and
assault, but there are some refined, gentler pieces concerned with
relationships, dynamics and the pivotal feature being the LBD. There
is nothing sentimental and no weak spots. There are also some unusual
stories such as Kate Mosse's Red Letter Day which takes
you on an eerie dream-like journey, out of the reaches of the normal,
the canny, the familiar, the everyday. Sian Preece's The
Difference is a beautifully upbeat story, about a brother and his
younger sister who wants to join his rock band; you could cheer at
the ending. It's lighter yet still holds its weight. Skinny
Girls by Elizabeth Reeder runs at a different pace
entirely, a lithe and gorgeous piece with an elegant touch, a real
joy to indulge in.
There
are no let-down stories in this anthology. An engaging, defiant and
extraordinary collection.
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