I’ve been fortunate enough to read all three of Krissy Kneen’s books (minus her first, Swallow the Sound, which none of the libraries in my consortium have) within a month or so, but now that I’ve binged on them, there aren’t any more. I haven’t even heard word of her next book.
I’ve read quite a few erotic memoirs in the past year, but Krissy Kneen’s Affection stands above them all with its quality writing, sense of humour, and lack of glamorisation. And most of all, a voice that’s so easy to connect with and relate to.
Triptych is a different beast. A collection of three connected erotic novellas, the writing is top-notch, but the subject matter is disturbing above all else. I guess the most relatable character is Susanna, until she takes to stealing her neighbours’ mail, breaks into (okay, it was unlocked) someone’s flat, and pisses in his shoes. Spoiler alert 😉
But the author’s first full-length novel, Steeplechase, is an absolute gem that I loved reading. A Gothic tale stretching from Brisbane to Beijing, its story of art, sisters, and madness is both creepy and enthralling, with a lead character that readers will instantly relate to. The writing is beautiful, the subject matter both fascinating and disturbing, and if this isn’t nominated for every writing award possible in Australia, I might declare shenanigans. As far as I know, it’s only sold Australian rights, which is a shame, because I want to shove it in the faces of all my foreign friends and shout, “Read this!” (I’m not usually this psychotic about a book, unless I’m angry about it.) All I know is that I love this novel, and I want everyone else to love it, too.