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240 pages, Paperback
First published July 26, 2017

This was many years ago, back in the first land, when my grandmother was still alive and I was a small child. I would be sent to visit her in the woods, and while she was cooking she would tell me stories of the Bone Mother. The little girl came up to the Bone Mother's house and knocked on the heavy wooden door. It opened all by itself and the little girl, who was very much like you, saw the Bone Mother at her giant wood stove. There she stood, throwing handfuls of vegetables in a big black pot made of iron, just like her teeth. And then my grandmother would smile with her teeth made of iron, and I would giggle and shiver.
I now know that no matter how far or how fast we run, our ghosts and demons run with us, and are always close at hand.
David Demchuk's The Bone Mother is a book of gnomic tales, Slavic in flavor, in which strange things occur that, as the stories go on, seem even more disturbingly off than we thought...wise and claustrophobically beautiful.I have not read many blurbs from Delany, but if this is representative of them, then I would say he is on top of his game (not surprisingly). This is a book of 'gnomic tales' (they are both terse and enigmatic), 'strange things' certainly occur in all of them, they are 'Slavic in flavor' (steeped in that region's folklore and geography), they do become 'more disturbingly off than we thought' as the book progresses, and finally they are both clever and confining.