4.0

Setting: UK
Rep: all queer/sapphic protagonists

This is very atmospheric, set in a future UK (London, presumably) where it rains all the time. It has quite a heavy atmosphere, very dank and depressing, and the story is mostly about three sisters in their 20s/30s who bicker constantly, and the end didn't make much sense but I still enjoyed it!

Quite a few words come to mind in response to Julia Armfield’s writing; riveting, haunting, mesmerizing and they still seem to pale in comparison while reading.

Armfield is a master of mixing techniques and pulls from so many genres that it tends to transcend all need for categorization. She blends literary fiction with horror, fantasy, science fiction, mythology and never falls into ruining the individual aspects of each that makes them special. It is rare to find an authour who is able to walk this tight rope as elegantly as Armfield, that going into every new book feels like a journey I cannot wait to unfold and Private Rites is no exception.

Taking place in a world going through a mediocre apocalypse starring three sisters grappling with their father’s death and their upbringing. It doesn’t sound like the most thrilling premise and yet Armfield haunts and explores in every possible direction with three very different women. This is no ghost story and yet she is able to grasp the same sort of tension and yearning that is pervasive and necessary in gothic tales.

My most minor critique is that I wish Private Rites felt a bit more like Our Wives Under the Sea in the way reading felt like a wave. Private Rites is less of a riptide as it is a slowly rising rollercoaster that has a single fall at the end. And yet, that’s artistic impressions for you, and is not a bad thing by any means but purely a different experience in reading.

Shakespeare meets Succession meets Stephen King.

Julia Armfield never disappoints, but this book has to be her best yet! I couldn't put it down, and managed to read it in a single day, something I have rarely accomplished since I was a teenager. Armfield's characters are so wonderfully complex and feel very real, and the story itself is so deliciously unnerving and, at the same time, beautiful.

This book is, of course, a queer book. The three main characters are all queer, and there are multiple queer supporting characters. One of my favorite supporting characters was Jude, Irene's partner, who was nonbinary. Jude was such a kind, supportive, loving character with so many lovely qualities, and they balanced out Irene perfectly. I also loved that their whole Thing™ wasn't just being nonbinary; they simply were a character who was also nonbinary. The section on their relationship with their gender identity was a single paragraph long (if that), and was told from their own perspective, and no other characters commented on their gender, even in internal monologues, nor was Jude ever misgendered. As a nonbinary person, I greatly appreciated the respect Armfield gave to this nonbinary character, as well as the fact that they were described physically in a way that many nonbinary characters are not. Typically, nonbinary characters are about 19 years old, small, cute (in a rather sexless way), and often on the feminine side of androgynous. But Jude was middle aged, tall, sexy, and masculine, which was so incredibly refreshing to read because it's so rare to see any deviation from the stereotype with nonbinary characters. I loved Jude so much, and cannot get over how well they were written, even if they were more of a supporting/background character.

I adored this book. If I could give it more than five stars, I totally would.

Private Rites is bleak. Rain that never stops, cities flooded. Similar to Armfield’s Our Wives Under the Sea, there are scenes that will really stick with you. Under all that is still a family drama that is captivating. Did I read the last 20% with a scared grimace? Absolutely. However. I’ll keep reading Armfield’s creepy queer lit. Thanks to Flatiron Books for the ARC copy through NetGallery.

My first read by Julia Armfield, and WOW, the hype is very well-deserved.

End of times/climate change settings are usually hit-or-miss for me, sometimes leaning on trope-y stereotypes that take some of the punch out of the message. Armfield’s setting here is one of the best I’ve ever read. Bleak, foreboding, utterly dreadful, but also incredibly, depressingly realistic. I think sometimes there tends to be imagined this absolute chaotic, quick descent into apocalyptic circumstances but sadly, what Armfield presents is probably the most realistic: a slow sinking, many folks continuing about their days as normal, going to work as usual.

While “The City” is quite literally its own character here and is wonderfully done, our three main characters - Isla, Irene & Agnes - are also incredibly well-written. Isla drove me a bit insane, and I had quite a soft spot for both Irene and Agnes (especially Irene, I felt a bit of a kinship with her, to be honest), but all 3 are so fully realized that I truly had empathy for them all. Plus I’m a sucker for complex, dysfunctional family dynamics.

Ultimately, while this is a slow burn horror novel that pays off with a horrifying and creepy finale, it’s also a story of queer love, familial love, the desperation, hope and maybe even salvation found in love during the worst of times.

Isla, Irene and Agnes are the three daughters of Stephen Carmichael, a renowned architect who has just died. They are also three queer sisters navigating a new world of rain; the rain has been going on for so long that everything in the world has changed, and it’s likely the end times, of a sort, at least, but still some type of society muddles along, people work, take public transportation, go to coffee shops, harangue social service workers.

When Stephen dies the women come together in his famous glass house, for “he is the hero of the domestic space,” except he was just the opposite and all three women are scarred by their relationships with him. And he carries his abuses into the afterlife through his will. And now might there be some special purpose?

I’m honestly not quite sure how I feel about this book. The author did a great job creating the feeling of the drowning world, but kind of glossed over some of what I would image would follow (famine/mass starvation, or maybe I’m wrong?) I also didn’t have a clear idea on where the story is set; clearly the sea is encroaching, so it’s not meant to be on the shore itself, I gather? Or am I misreading?

This reminded me a bit of Jane Smiley’s A THOUSAND ACRES in that with the three sisters and the domineering father it’s a riff on “King Lear,” of course and in that aspect it works well. There’s a line I love, “too much of her is already confined to a state of past tense.”

I enjoyed the horror aspects of the author’s most recent book, OUR WIVES UNDER THE SEA, and based on what little I had read about this expect some horror here. And I guess there is, but it’s jammed into the book’s final fifteen pages. I would have liked more. So, overall I enjoyed the read, but would have like more, too.

with some novels it feels as if the writer had the theoretical premises they wanted to explore in mind before having the characters or the plot drafted. it's sad to say that, in my opinion, private rites fits this gut feeling. i loved the tangents in the different perspectives on climate change, capitalistic malaise, and just what it means to be a good person in the world, but i didn't love the uneven pacing and the sudden build up to the climax. maybe it's because i read the synopsis before hand, but there isn't much on the role of religion here. this one will probably call for a reread.

How can Armfield make me fall in love with all of her characters in, like, two sentences? She can’t keep getting away with this!! Let go of the death grip you have on my heart!!!

Yeah, I loved this. Everything about it. The characters (my god), the world building (my GOD), the slow plot setup (MY GOD) all did it for me. I would die for Agnes and Jude. I would live in the dampest-most-mold-infested-slowly-sinking-apartment-building with them. Is that okay to admit or should I just shut up and read this book again?

If Armfield has a flaw, it’s letting the mysteries she builds so carefully remain too mysterious for a reader wanting a more conclusive ending. This doesn’t bother me—I don’t need my stories wrapped in a neat bow—but this might disappoint someone else.

If you liked Our Wives Under the Sea, you’ll love Private Rites. Armfield has done it again, and is now firmly cemented on my “auto-buy authors” list.

I mean, what is there even to say? This is everything you could ever expect/want/need from a Julia Armfield novel — beautifully written, terrifying, chock full of dykes, atmospheric, heartbreaking, dread-inducing, utterly original, absolutely obsessed with water. Who else is doing literary horror like her?? If a contemporary gothic horror set during a slow-rolling climate apocalypse featuring very messy lesbians who kind of suck sounds appealing to you, definitely read this!!!

Also, several reviews mention that they felt misled by the publishers description so I went back and read it and they’re right, it’s weird! Why do publishers insist on writing descriptions that are just kind of inaccurate.

Also also, while I do like the US cover the UK cover is soooo good. They won this round unfortunately 😔 Will be ordering a copy from the UK!

First and foremost, Julia Armfield is a beautiful, atmospheric writer. The climate aspects remind me of Emily St. John Mandal’s work, how the end is both a thing that has already passed and simultaneously something we are in the midst of. Armfield expertly writes characters in subtle conflict with each other. If Our Wives Under the Sea is about grief between a couple who is still together, then Private Rites is about the grief in a relationship that never had the love we felt like it should. The characters in Our Wives Under the Sea cling to each other desperately, while the sisters push each other away in fits of emotion.

I felt like Our Wives Under the Sea had one truly horrific moment, but was mostly just terrifically sad. This novel feels the same. Do not go into this looking for horror elements. There are plenty of novels that blend literary fiction and horror (Monstrilio comes to mind, as well as Build Your House Around My Body), and I don’t think this is really one of them. This is not to say that this is a bad novel, it’s an excellent one, just one that is barely in the horror realm. When more traditional horror elements are added, I wish that they were given more space in the book to stretch. They are quickly glossed over and then dismissed. The ending felt incredibly rushed to me, and this was so surprising when the rest of the narrative seeps into your bones.

Private Rites is, to me, a novel about the question of the everyday within the disastrous. That is, how do we continue to live our everyday lives while in the midst of an ongoing disaster? How can something that is catastrophic, life-altering on a global scale, become subsumed into, or sit alongside, everyday life?

I ask these questions theoretically here, but in the context of the novel they are anything but. Wherever you are in Private Rites, you are, just like the characters, forced to reckon with the inexorable, immovable, undeniable reality of its central disaster: it will not stop raining. There is rain everywhere, water everywhere, whole cities flooded, their infrastructure long gone. This is the world the characters of the novel must live in, and what makes the novel so compelling, I think, is that simple fact: that they need to continue to live in it, despite the fact that it is slowly becoming uninhabitable. I think sometimes the tendency with these dystopian settings is to Provide Commentary on a disaster, to explain it by pointing to any number of factors (Capitalism, Technology, Oligarchy, etc.), but it can be so much harder to just have your characters live in it, to suffer its daily degradations and deprivations--to experience, day by day, the gradual worsening of an already bad situation, and to have to live through it anyway, because what other choice is there? Despite everything, there is still an everyday to be gotten through: groceries, jobs, commutes, meals, family.

But as much as Private Rites is a climate disaster novel, it's also very much a family drama novel. We have three sisters--Isla, Irene, and Agnes--and an abusive father who, we find out on page one, has just died. From there, the sisters are forced to come together and reckon with how their father's abuse has affected--and continues to affect--not just their own selves, but also their fraught relationships with each other. There are, of course, the material realities of the novel's climate disaster, but I think water is, in a way, also an apt motif for a book whose characters have absorbed these ways of being from their childhoods--been steeped in that abuse such that now, as adults, its traumatic aftereffects seep into their adult lives and relationships. And seep it does: Armfield doesn't give us any big flashbacks to illuminate this past, but rather flashes of memory that constantly intrude on the sisters when they're alone and together. We don't get the full picture, but we get bits and pieces of it, and the effect is all the more powerful for this restraint.

Climate disaster + childhood trauma--Private Rites seems maybe like an unrelentingly bleak novel, but it's really not. It's not an upbeat novel by any means, but despite the bleak circumstances, it never feels one-note. The characters are fleshed out, shown to us in both their worst and most vulnerable moments; and even as the novel's climate disaster rages on, its characters still manage to have faith, even if just a little, in something--be it a person, a relationship, an act, a belief.

Private Rites is definitely (and unexpectedly) one of my favourite reads of the year, and such a different novel from Armfield's debut: longer, more ambitious, and, I think, ultimately more satisfying.

Private Rites by Julia Armfield filled me with a creeping dread in the best way. Gorgeous at the sentence-level, haunting as a whole, reading this book was an experience I won’t soon forget.

If you read the synopsis and thought, like I did, this was going to focus on three sisters living in a society that is regressing back to the dark ages in the time of a slowly encroaching apocalypse, you will not be a fan of this book. The story is centered around relationships; between the siblings, the loved ones they have left in their lives, and the family that sees them as burdens. The sisters have their roles to a trope; the young party girl, the middle child desperate for validation, and the eldest who bears the weight of responsibility. You follow divorce, growing love, desparation and more. A father who wants very little to do with his daughters. A mother teetering on the brink of insanity and the inability to cope with the world around her. If these sorts of literary themes interest you. Absolutely pick up this book.

There are also two looming shadows throughout the story. The first is the looming apocolypse that slowly and literally rains upon the world as the sea levels rise from global warming. Without spoiling too much, the second is where the religious and ritualistic themes come into play. Unfortunately it is in the background of the book and is only mentioned sparingly.

One thing that is consistent across every page is the engaging and beautiful writing of Julia Armfield.

Since the book focused on areas that I have read more times than I can count, I enjoyed the writing and the world building more than the story.

3.5 stars rounded up

Thank you to Netgalley and Flatiron Books for this arc

I might have gone into it with too high of expectations, but this was actually a bit of a let down! I will say Julia Armfield’s “worst” is still so much better than so many other authors’ best. Her prose is absolutely stunning, this was just as atmospheric and damp as Our Wives Under the Sea. She also nails the complexity of female relationships while weaving in an unsettling tale so well. The ending was definitely the strongest part of the book.
However, this was very slow and a little messy. There were so many passages that just felt like it wasn’t really going anywhere? And unlike OWUtS which I devoured in one sitting, I felt myself having to put this down because the pacing was slow.

ARC provided by NetGalley

The world is slowly drowning in ceaseless rains. Cities are crumbling, the sky has gone dark, the government has all but vanished. Sisters Isla, Irene, and Agnes are dealing with the unexpected passing of their estranged father and have found that grief during the slow descent of the end times makes for a strange sort of mourning, made stranger yet by their complex and fractured relationships with each other.

Isla; clinical, unyielding, guarding her desire for emotional connection with her life.
Irene; unpredictable, enabling, caught in the crossfires.
Agnes; the half-sister, vanishing like smoke on a whim and returning only when she pleases.

Against a bleak landscape awash with loss, the sisters reunite in the grand glass house that is largest piece of their father's remaining legacy. As they sift through the estate and the memories that lie within it, they find themselves confronted with the reality of who their father was and how he shaped the women they are.

Already deemed Julie Armfield's "lesbian Lear," "Private Rites" is a sleepy, slow-marching novel of sisterhood set in the end times as water quite literally washes away the earth. As always, Armfield leads with beautiful prose and imagery that few authors do better; but overall, this lacked the unsettling, bewitching quality that rendered "Our Wives Under the Sea" one of my best books of the year. At times, "Private Rites" felt directionless without intention, enormous narrative paragraphs took over pages and pages without much discernible tie-in to the overall story.

While I loved Armfield's use of water throughout, something about his felt unfinished to me, particularly the ending that seemed to come out of nowhere. Undeniably well-written, "Private Rites" isn't the Armfield novel I was expecting and doesn't live up to what its synopsis presents.

A new book by Julia Armfield!? In the words of Taylor Swift: DROP EVERYTHING NOW.

Our Wives Under the Sea was one of my favorite books of 2022 and, hundreds of books later, has remained in my all-time top-10 list. Private Rites has the same eerie, unsettled atmosphere Armfield captures so well - only this time told through even more perspectives, including not only the three sisters but the deteriorating city in which they life. It's reminiscent of Emily St. John Mandel's Station Eleven on multiple levels - the shifting POVs with the occasional interlude from an omniscient narrator, the exquisite sentence-level writing, the haunting speculative concept.

The story takes place in a not-too-distant future in which climate change has led to near-constant rain; much of the city is underwater, buildings are rotting and collapsing, and subway lines and highways have slowly but inexorably given way to boats and water taxis - that is, when there's still any infrastructure at all. The sense of creeping dread is palpable - and especially powerful set against the normalcy with which the city's inhabitants, to various degrees of success, attempt to go about their lives.

In the first sentence of the blurb, Private Rites was framed as a reimagining of King Lear, but that didn't quite fit my experience. Yes, it centers on three sisters reeling from the trauma inflicted by their controlling, withholding, manipulative father ... but I don't think that scenario is limited to Shakespeare! It's certainly a family drama, but the framing set me up to expect a much stronger relationship to the original. (That said, it's probably been 15 years since I read King Lear, so it's entirely possible I missed references.)

I think Armfield did a spectacular job at bringing to life the complex, convoluted relationships at the heart of the story - and, of course, at the atmospheric worldbuilding, depicting a future so eerie and vivid I dreamed about it two nights in a row. But I'm not sure I loved the horror element, nor did I totally get it. (Maybe another Shakespeare / King Lear reference I didn't understand?) I would have preferred more or less - the amount we got struck me as a bit too much buildup for a too-quick payoff. Again based on the blurb, I think I was expecting something more along the lines of Mexican Gothic by Sylvia Moreno Garcia or Leave the World Behind by Rumaan Alam, and it wound up being more subtle - and then more jarring - than both.

Somewhere around 4.5 stars for me, rounded up to 5. I look forward to stocking and shelf-talking this in the bookstore. Thanks to Flatiron and NetGalley for my advance copy.

If you enjoyed the sogginess and lesbianism of Our Wives Under the Sea, you’re in for a treat because Private Rites is queerer and damper than ever.

I love Armfield’s writing and really enjoyed this, each sentence is really rich and poetic, and I found myself reading slower to try to soak it all in.

Most of the story reads like lit-fic, exploring three sisters who have recently lost their father, with whom they had a troubled relationship. We see their relationships with each other, and their significant others, the fallout of their difficult upbringing, all backdropped by the ever-rising water slowly drowning the city.

Underneath, there is a subtle undercurrent that something darker is going on, and this doesn’t come fully into focus until the very end.

I was fascinated by the characters, their stories, motivations, and relationships with each other. This is a thoroughly queer story and this, like with OWUtS, feels so refreshing and powerful to me in the realness and complexity of its depiction.

Different parts reminded me of Ling Ma’s Severance in terms of continuing with the mundanity of life as the world ends, as well as Bong Joon-Ho’s Parasite with the flooding basements set apart from a wealthy family’s modernist house that nevertheless feels somehow haunted.

I think if you’re seeking a true horror story, this may be a bit disappointing, but I definitely felt harrowed throughout by the ways we can be cruel to those we love, the impending end of the world we feel helpless to do anything about, and by the additional promise of something worse still to come.