A quietly dreadful, beautifully written dystopian exploration of queerness, sisterhood, and grief.

Literary horror in the sense that it is eerie and understated — not for the overt horror lovers, but for the readers of Vandermeer and Laura van den Berg.

A bit long winded at moments, but still felt the overall narrative was wonderfully done and contained vast worlds of emotion in such taut writing.

Thank you to Netgalley and the publisher for providing an advance copy in exchange for honest feedback. A bleak look at a world in the process of ending. The atmosphere was beautifully written and it pulls off the trick of simultaneously being about the apocalypse while also capturing what it means to be family, particularly when your parents failed at parenting.

Our Wives Under the Sea is one of my absolute favorites. I love Julia Armfield's atmospheric writing, and she delivered again with Private Rites. This story was absolutely captivating.

I have mixed feelings about this book. I found the writing when it came to the discussion of grief and how complicated your relationship with your family can be to be well done. I felt as if I was waiting for the resolution or a discussion at all to be honest between the three sisters to occur and while I understand the stance this story had when it comes to that in particular, I still feel at a loss to what to think about the ending.

Private Rites was a super interesting read. I loved the character study and the writing felt propulsive. I'd read more from the author.

Julia Armfield has cornered the market on sad, wet, gay horror.

Private Rites opens on a bleak scene—a not-too-distant future London where constant rainfall has flooded many parts of the city and the remaining residents must build higher and higher to escape the waterline. After their father passes, estranged sisters Isla, Irene and Agnes must reunite to organize his final affairs, including the glass house he built as the crowning achievement of his architecture legacy. In a pastiche of King Lear, we follow the sisterly feud through their inheritance.

Despite its hook, much of this book is spent on the quotidian—commutes to a nine-to-five job, first dates and break-ups, beignets and umbrellas. The writing is melodic and introspective. As a result, the ending comes as a surprise, a character even asking, "What genre is this?" (which I was also curious to know, so glad someone brought it up).

The horror of this book creeps up slowly, mirroring the creeping horror of the climate crisis unfolding in the background. A whole world ending not with a bang, but a whimper. Even before the death of their father, the sisters are mired in a constant state of grief, on account of their mothers, their partners, their lives. The entire book seems to be asking—in a world of so much despair, what's actually worth living for? The answer, of course, comes when the sisters are forced to reckon with the possibility of not living at all.

"Best is to keep on, wherever this is possible. Best, in time, to swim back from a drowning place and continue, struggle back into dailiness...Better to hold one's hands to whatever warmth there is, to kiss and talk and grieve and f—k and hold tight against the whitening of the sky."

A story about three sibling sisters, their absentee mother(s) and their fraught relationship with their complicated, overbearing father. The father has now died and the three siblings who have not been in close touch for a while are trying to pick up where they left off in the aftermath of the demise. I was intrigued by the plot and premise of the story however I have to admit that it did not entirely work for me. The writing is fantastic. However, I was not able to connect to the girls and their life stories. The author tries to bring in some element of horror and mystery somewhere towards the end but it was not well-developed and I was left with too many questions. You can give this a try if you are a Julia Armfield fan or you like Shakespeare retellings. This one is loosely based on King Lear.
Thank you Netgalley and Flatiron books for the ARC

a very compelling contempoary retelling of king lear, i think that the final act of this one was most engaging and felt the most "horror." it was a little slow to start and it was difficult to get invested in the characters, but once it got to about the two-thirds mark, things really kicked into high gear and had great intensity.

"Any horror story could be said to work in two pieces: the fear of being wholly alone and of realizing that one has company."

Private Rites left me with mixed feelings. In one aspect, I love the climate change setting, and Julia Armfield's writing is stunning as always: her reflections on life, queer love and if it's worth being alive in a world that is ending will always resonate with me. However, I couldn't connect with the three main characters, Isla, Irene and Agnes: they felt distant and insubstantial, lacking somehow.

The story is set in a world dealing with a climate crisis for the past 10 years. The water levels keep rising and every city looks like Venice: waterlogged. There are no cars, no airports, people have to use boats, ferries and elevated trains to go from place to place. There are constant energy blackouts, food prices rising, buildings falling apart, people with less money living in dangerous places while the rich live in montains, hills or higher neighborhoods with no risk of flooding. Some jobs don't exist anymore, others, remain.

Our 3 protagonists are the daughters of a famous celebrity architect, and they have to gather together to organize their father's funeral even though they don't get along with each other. Isla has just received her wife's divorce papers, Irene is frustrated with her job and her career in general, and Agnes works at a café and is overall just living alone in an apathetic state, going day by day trying not to do plans, since she sees no perspective of a future in this crumbling world.

The main focus of the novel is the strained relationship between the 3 sisters. Isla is 35-years-old, Irene is 34-years-old and they are both daughters of their father's first wife, Allegra. Agnes is 24-years-old and she's the daughter of their father's second wife, Marie, with whom he cheated his first wife with. Both Isla and Irene blame Marie for their mother's suicide, and in consequence, Agnes as well, since they'll always associate their younger sister with Marie's arrival in their family and their mom's spiraling mental health. Also, the age difference plays its part in making the two older sisters closer, and Agnes, even more apart from them, specially when growing up.

However, even though I like the premisse, my main issue with this book is that I didn't connect with these characters and their problems. Isla's divorce drama bored me, Agnes' nonchalance towards everything and everyone annoyed me, the only sister I liked was Irene but ever her gave me the nerves sometimes, specially when she'd put on a fight for stupid reasons, like a spoiled child.

My second problem with this book is the fact that the author barely explores the theme "religious cults" throughout the novel, even though some important (and mysterious) characters in the story are part of a cult and even though the author decided to make one specific cult important very to the plot in the last 20 pages. We never get to know what were the true intentions of this cult, why were they interested in the sisters, what did their father and Marie had to do with them, how deeply they were mixed with them and why.

Although I struggled with the characters, I enjoyed the overall messages and themes. Private Rites is a book that shares light on themes like how to find reasons to be alive in a crumbling world, how much our behavior can or cannot be blamed on the way we were raised, how the lack of love in a younger age can mess with someone's head, their view of the world and their bonds (or lack of) with other people for years to come.

“At what point, she wanted to say, do we stop being the direct product of our parents? At what point does it start being our fault?”

This book was not necessarily what I was expecting, but I still enjoyed it overall! The last 10% of this book is really made this book for me.

I don’t usually need my books to have a point but this was bugged me that it seemed to built up for something and the something was random and kind of boring.

I fell in love with Julia's first novel, Our Wives Under the Sea, and have been itching to read her followup. Gorgeous, brilliant, and so evocative. One of the best new writers to have emerged in the last decade.

Private Rites is an eerie, elegant meditation on grief, sisterhood, and the slow unraveling of a world teetering on the edge. Julia Armfield writes with a hypnotic, salt-soaked lyricism that perfectly suits the novel’s post-climate-collapse setting—where rising tides are not only literal but emotional. The story is intimate and insular, following three sisters living in isolation after the death of their mother, and Armfield captures their shared claustrophobia, tenderness, and quiet unraveling with chilling precision.

The prose is stunning—moody, poetic, and dripping with atmosphere. Armfield doesn’t just describe the sea, she summons it: relentless, creeping, ever-present. The novel feels like it’s written in water—fluid, disorienting, and occasionally overwhelming in its emotional depth. There’s something deeply haunting about the way the story explores inherited trauma and feminine rage, wrapped in gothic trappings and slow-burn dread. It’s not horror in the traditional sense, but there’s a spectral weight to every page.

Some readers might find the pacing languid or the ambiguity challenging, especially if they’re looking for plot-driven fiction—but that’s also what gives Private Rites its unique power. This is a novel that prioritizes mood over motion, internal shifts over external spectacle. It lingers like a half-remembered dream, beautiful and mournful and hard to shake. Armfield has once again proven herself a master of quiet devastation.

I’m disappointed to say Julia Armfield’s writing just isn’t for me. I struggled with Our Wives Under the Sea but still gave Private Rites a chance—and it took me over a month to finish. The worldbuilding was cool, but the pacing was a slog. Then suddenly everything happened all at once in the last 10%, and I wasn’t even sure what was going on. Beautifully written, but not for me.

Julia Armfield didn't disappoint with this new novel! Initially, I was worried about a retelling as it's not normally what I look for in horror novels, but this was beautiful and poetic. A retelling that felt applicable with queerness and climate change. The dystopian setting with the family dynamics really made the novel work for me. I love stories about grief and sisterhood and this one was really well done. Armfield has become an auto-buy author for me.

As an Our Wives Under the Sea evangelist, I was absolutely foaming at the mouth for Private Rites. Great news: This book fucks. It’s gay and eerie and vibey and weird. Above all, It Is Wet (Julia Armfield? Writing a Wet Book? It’s more likely than you think). In a world reshaped by climate change, three somewhat estranged sisters come back together when their very estranged father dies. As they sift through their father’s legacy, they begin to understand that something larger and more malevolent is at work in their family. Drink it up, baby!

I thought the blurb of this book seemed intriguing, however I'd never read a book by Julia Armfield before. This book was not what I was expecting. I was .... a lot. Dense with descriptions that sometimes I skimmed through. A lot of arguing between dysfunctional family member characters that are not likeable. All the while the the world is drowning. This really was not my favorite read.

I've enjoyed Armfield's work in the past however, this story didn't grab my attention as much as their previous work did. I found it a little difficult to stay engaged with the story even though the writing was wonderful. I will definitely continue to look forward to Armfield's future works, though.

I had a hard time with this one. I really enjoyed the setting and explorations of sisterhood and grief, but the « mystery » plot line wasn't well conceived or fully explored and took us off course from what felt like the true heart of the novel.

I did appreciate the exploration of family and the sensation of being cast in amber. Treated as if the person you were at age 14 is the person you are at 24.

« The sensation, then, not so much of being misunderstood as of being understood too well at one time and then never again. »

Poignant and deeply reflective, this novel explores loss, sisterhood, and sorrow in a way that will probably stick with me for a long while, and the last pages delivered all that I had hoped for.