A review by escape_through_pages
Maps of Our Spectacular Bodies by Maddie Mortimer

challenging sad slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? A mix
  • Strong character development? It's complicated
  • Loveable characters? It's complicated
  • Diverse cast of characters? N/A
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

4.0

๐Ÿ†๐™ฑ๐š˜๐š˜๐š”๐šŽ๐š› ๐™ฟ๐š›๐š’๐šฃ๐šŽ ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿ†

'๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ;
๐ฐ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐ข๐ง.
๐€๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐, ๐ˆ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ.
๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก.
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ซ.
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ ๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.'

Having read a plethora of mixed reviews, I really couldnโ€™t guess what I was going to make of Maps of Our Spectacular Bodies before going in. On the other hand, it was easy to predict it was likely to strike some chord with me; Iโ€™ve been the child who lost their mother to breast cancer and I work with cancer patients week in week out, Iโ€™ve seen this journey but always from the outsiderโ€™s viewpoint (thankfully). Maps, however, isnโ€™t from an observerโ€™s perspective; it isnโ€™t even from Liaโ€™s perspective really. The loudest voice in this novel is the imagined cancer itself and the cells and structures that make up Liaโ€™s body. Itโ€™s an interesting technique that this voice becomes the more dominant in the narration, the paragraphs getting longer and more frequent, as the cancer progressively metastasises throughout Liaโ€™s body. 

But that voice of cancer read confusingly in parts, such that I questioned whether it was the malignancy talking. Itโ€™s a shapeshifter and I couldnโ€™t always follow the abstractions. 

I otherwise enjoyed the way this was written verse-like, it flowed smoothly and lyrically, although I could take or leave Mortimerโ€™s experiments with fonts of varying sizes and emphasis travelling over the pages in different directions. Bit unnecessary, it read uniquely without them. 

You can tell that Maps is borne from a personal experience of Mortimerโ€™s, it has that authenticity about it, which is not to be underestimated. I felt this. 

What it doesnโ€™t do is bring an emotional weight. Itโ€™s not about pulling on the readerโ€™s heartstrings, but there is an argument that Mortimer has missed the opportunity to truly impact readers. Youโ€™ll be impressed by the stylistic skill but you wonโ€™t grieve for the characters. 

All in all, a striking debut that certainly brings something new. I understand why itโ€™s dividing readers - youโ€™ll be blown away by the style or youโ€™ll be missing the connection.