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340 pages, Hardcover
First published August 3, 2021
Ballet was full of dark fairy tales
throbbing feet, the blistered blood, the smell everywhere of bandages, rot.
We have a different relationship to pain, their mother used to say. It's our friend, our lover.
When you wake up and the pain is gone, do you know what that means?
What, they'd ask every time.
You're no longer a dancer.
Long summer nights, the click of the beetles, the soft grind of the cicadas, all those crickets rubbing their legs together, the low moan of the mosquitoes at the screen.
The Fire Eater, the Sword Swallower. They were both women, dark and fair and fearless, their heads pitched back, their mouths wide open, everything laid bare.
They could take these things inside them and emerge unscathed. Dangerous things, deadly things. They could take these things inside and remain untouched, immaculate. The same forever. Forever the same.
Every evening when he wasn't traveling, he'd come home from work and navigate stacks of pointe shoes, towers of them in the corners, tights hanging on doorknobs. Music, forever, from the old stereo console, from the turntable upstairs. The sound, forever, of the barre squeaking, Dara's or Marie's eager hands on it, their mother's voice intoning, Lift through the leg! Turn that foot out! Their house was all ballet, all the time.
It was the three of them. Always the three of them. Until it wasn't. And that was when everything went wrong. Starting with the fire. Or before.
No one wanted to face the truth. That every family was a hothouse, a swamp. Its own atmosphere, its own rules. Its own laws and gods. There would never be any understanding from the outside. There couldn’t be.Megan Abbott has a very strange Goodreads author page. She’s an award-winning writer of psychological thrillers. Her books have over 160,000 ratings. So she’s popular, right? Not exactly. Somehow, her books are weirdly unpopular, garnering a staggeringly low 3.39 overall rating. But I really enjoyed the one book of hers that I previously read, You Will Know Me, so I went into The Turnout expecting to once again go against the grain and enjoy a lowly rated book. Instead, I got what Pieter Krämer in Pitch Perfect 2 would call a “heated mess. You know, a mess where heat is applied to it so what once was a little messy is now even messier.” Yeah, that.
He became not so much a person as this collection of bad things men do. He never seemed real, exactly. He seemed like a cartoon villain, a comic book lothario, a cheap paperback brute, a thug.You’d expect, after a description like that, to have some contradiction that no, no, he was really more complex or human than he seemed. But that rebuttal never comes here. Derek is a grotesque, cartoonish, devil-like character, who’s so over-the-top eeeeevil that it is impossible to believe his purported abilities to manipulate people.