Bkwyrm reviews Our Name Is Melancholy: The Complete Books of Azrael by Leilah Wendell in the Bkwyrm archive.
And my name is Highly Unimpressed. Ms. Wendell, it seems, is the physically incarnated soulmate of Azrael, the Angel of Death. And this is their story – the story of Death and his girlfriend. Um….right. Even if you take it as fiction (and Ms. Wendell makes it very clear that this is not fiction), it’s still not very good Gothic fiction. Give me Storm Constantine, give me Poppy Z. Brite, give me Clive Barker. That’s not to say it’s not an interesting book. If you ever wondered about Death as a sort of persona – maybe read On A Pale Horse (by Piers Anthony) – this work can be kind of interesting. At the very least, it’s 349 pages of a perfect example of the kind of self-delusion that just about anyone can construct if they try really, really hard.
I don’t mean to offend with this review. I really don’t. But I don’t believe Ms. Wendell is the incarnated soulmate of the angel of death, and I don’t think she’s a particularly talented writer. If you have an extra $5 and it’s sitting in the used bookstore and you’re looking for something to get you through the weekend, you might be interested. And you can probably get through the whole 300+ pages in a weekend. Form your own opinion on this one – I’m a little too leery of people who title their first chapters “The Dreadful Bridegroom.”
Note: Ms. Wendell was the first author to write me a nasty email about her book’s review. Cheers, Ms. Wendell, at least I know *someone* is reading the site!