Reviews with content warning for Injury/Injury detail - Chouette

I had no idea what to expect when I picked up the audiobook of Chouette. All I knew going in was that it was a decently short literary fiction/magical realism read with some music references. I cannot even begin to describe how blown away I was upon finishing this book. Choutte is a fascinating, evocative, intensely resonant story about what it means to fit in, communicated with poignant, sharp authenticity and an undercurrent of dry, dark irony to emphasize its relevance.

I love how Choutte leans into the bizarre. This book approaches (and often reaches) disturbingness in its absurdity on every level, and not once does it shy away from that outlandishness. It commits to being figurative where it needs to be to evoke irony, and to being starkly realistic where it needs to be to emphasize the truth behind the indirect allegory. And it works exceptionally well.

My favorite example of this commitment is the narrator’s name: Tiny. She is dehumanized and dismissed as a little wife and a mere woman throughout the novel, and so her name reflects this-- as well as reflecting the internalization she has of that lack of agency. She feels small; she is minimized. Oshetsky hits the audience with this direct nominative statement of Tiny’s being right at the beginning of the novel, which I think is a massively impactful introduction to the themes the book covers. This detail, combined with the early introduction of the far less direct, difficult-to-interpret owl lover, establishes expectations for the book’s handling of the figurative and the metaphorical; there are some moments of straightforwardness and some moments of ambiguity in the allegory. The metaphor of Chouette where it exists is complex, and I love it for that.

Another thing I adore about Chouette is Tiny’s narrative voice. Oshetsky gives Tiny such a distinct way of thinking and phrasing, one that’s genuine and realistically emotional and interesting. I particularly love how Oshetsky introduces certain phrases into Tiny’s inner monologue that, to an uninitiated audience, may seem unnatural and misplaced at first, but by the end of the book they read as a totally natural, easily understandable part of Tiny’s vocabulary. The repetition of those phrases does a great job of communicating that this narrative is filtered through its narrator, defined by Tiny’s mindset. The way she continually falls back upon the same sentence structure when referring to her “owl baby” and “owl lover,” plus the addition of her own shorthand for times people speak without meaning in the words “yabber yabber,” does wonders for the audience’s ability to step into Tiny’s perception of the world. Oshetsky communicates that wonderfully.

Overall, I just love this book. I love its lapses into overt magical realism with the owl baby and owl lover and Tiny’s out-of-place, almost interdimensionally nostalgic childhood memories-- and I also love the brutality of its literal sections, however bizarre they may be. The surgical procedure Chouette is forced to undergo is especially haunting in that regard, evocative of all kinds of horrific real-world events. I love the ending and how it ties into those themes (and I agree with other reviewers that fans of Megan Hunter’s The Harpy would definitely enjoy this one too.) I love Tiny as a narrative voice and as a protagonist, and I love the way Oshetsky emphasizes the other characters’ dehumanization of her and the baby. The husband’s continual referral to Chouette as Charlotte is particularly striking.

Ultimately, though, I think my favorite thing about Chouette is the versatility of its resonance-- something that is achieved, I think, by Oshetsky’s authenticity in this story. No matter how you interpret Chouette, no matter what allegorical or literal meaning you find in it, it has something important and personal to say about the measures society uses to evaluate, predict, and judge individuality-- and how we can and should transcend those measures which emphasize perceived acceptance over authentic personhood, no matter what society has ingrained in us to do instead. I adore Chouette. I can’t wait to read it again.

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