That person is Marney Honeycutt. Marney is the child of workers brought in to work on a miracle substance, driving an industrial revolution, changing the world. But that substance, that mysterious metal, is changing them, changing their children, changing Marney. Making them sick. Making them better. Making them other. And in a sign of the story to come (unabashed in its exploration of revolutionary ideals), Marney's family, and everyone she knows, are murdered by snipers and strikebreakers when they protest and ask their employer for help. That inciting event is a hammer on Marney's life, a boulder thrown athwart a stream. it breaks her, and us along with her, and what they become to survive is someone very different indeed. It's worth taking a second to talk further about this, because the immediacy, the bloody-handed ruthlessness, the sense of place are all pitch-perfect here. The gruesome details are not spared, and the innocence and desire for change are such that you can taste them in the air, alongside the blood and gunpowder. This is a story that stares unflinching into the costs of things, and it's also, there's no way around it, an angry book, a book whose characters are all notable for the searing intensity of their needs and desires.
It's also a book that isn't afraid to look at women - what it means to be one, where the fault lines are, what the internal dialogue on that is. Sisters, daughters, mothers. They're the characters here. I'm struggling to think of more than one or two folks of another gender in the story at all. This is a story of and about women, and, on a grittier, somewhat sweatier, kinder level, a story about queer women specifically. There's more than a splash of sex, that's true, and it's written with a feverish energy that infects as you turn the pages, a desire that sweeps under the table and ends up in a passionate clinch on the floor of a closet somewhere. t's a book that approaches queer politics, then wraps that up n a silk shift carrying a Molotov cocktail. I genuinely can't talk about what this book is about, because it's about too much. There's the growth of a revolution and collective emancipation. There's more than one quietly fierce romance, and at least one that starts at knifepoint. There's conversation about power and how to wield it and what those in authority will do or not, and whether power itself is an amoral entity. And there's Marney, walking one page at a time toward the revenge she's wished for every day, balancing that against the life she may want to live, and the costs she may have to bear.
It's a bloody excellent book, basically, but it's also a high-energy high impact exploration of revolution-by-disaster-lesbians, and in that, in its rich world and tapestry of strange and unusual lives filled with love and lost and blood and mud and a passionate intensity that roars off the page, I'd say it makes a damn good read.