Crujido’s surreal, romantic stories about an apartment building’s residents offer a dash of magical realism and wonder to their Pacific Northwest settings.
The collection opens with a welcome to the Mt. Vernon Apartments, a three-story building in Spokane, Washington, that houses the dreamy tales’ various characters. There’s a World War I veteran with PTSD who finds a cage containing tiny, bird-sized women with wings, dressed in silk, in “Apartment A: The Songbird (1918).” In “Apartment B: The Tower (1918),” there’s an unnamed lover, locked away like a princess in a tower during a flu epidemic, who eventually floats away like the bride in a Marc Chagall painting. A mannequin from a department store comes alive and tries to escape in “Apartment C: The Mannequin (1934)”; when a manager mistakes her for another woman, she ultimately ends up working there as an employee. Other stories feature a talking bear and a telephone that connects the present to the past. Crujido’s stories are frequently whimsical but often have a touch of melancholy: A couple meet in their dreams but are unable to stop the passage of time; a bitter and irascible widow literally loses her head. With their magic and flights of fancy, these stories have a sweetness to them that, as one passage puts it, is “sugared with sadness.” Crujido remarkably connects moments from 100 years of one building’s history, but in doing so, she reveals the sense of loss and ennui that underpins the passage of time. Indeed, the Mt. Vernon Apartments are haunted by the memories of previous stories. Throughout the collection, Crujido’s clear, careful prose is enhanced by bursts of levity, such as a refrain (“At the exact moment…”) that runs throughout “Apartment E: The Dandelion (1958),” a rich, and scathing, character study of a gossipy middle-aged woman. Gorgeous, italicized postscripts to each tale offer a memorable image or tragic note on which to linger. Individually, these works are delightful treats; together, they’re a sumptuous feast.
Dazzling, magical narratives, full of delight and sorrow.