There's something convincing about Jennifer Down's writing - across the many of her short stories that I've read (and which might be her strongest form, or at least my favourite of hers), that lovely debut novel Our Magic Hour and now Bodies of Light. I don't know exactly how she achieves it, but everything she writes feels like it comes from a place of knowing - not direct lived experience necessarily, but a meaningful emotional or psychological understanding nonetheless.
Completely unshowy but with a style that's recognisable (at the level of both sentences and set pieces and motifs), Down is a wonderful writer - which is just as well given the heaviness of her subject here, and how many ways a novel like this could have gone wrong (but Bodies of Light never does) in depicting the sheer level of trauma experienced by its central character and its lifelong effects. I read the first few pages on a train and found it so affecting that I nearly had to stop reading - and it doesn't let up from there.
It's not trauma porn, and neither does it descend into anything adjacent to inspiration porn; Maggie / Josie / Holly is rendered with empathy and complexity and the structural forces shaping her life - the broken 'care' system for children, the institutions and cultures that enable abuses of power and sexual violence, the damage done by misogynistic mindsets and beliefs about women and mothers - laid out with righteous anger. The whole novel is brutal, intimate, compelling, moving.
