Wake, Siren

by Nina MacLaughlin

How a bunch of women turned into trees, flowers, birds, and an occasional fantastical creature, constellation, or small body of water. Ovid’s Metamorphoses, retold from the perspectives of the women and not at all sympathetic to their divine rapists (or merely antagonists, in rare cases).

And so they called us dangerous. When it’s they who lack control. And so we’re known as monsters.

The Sirens, p. 307

Like the original, it’s a collection of stories, some of which are better than others. Overall, it’s good stuff. And some of the stories may stay with you for quite a while. I loved the last one in particular—Eurydice and Orpheus reimagined as an abusive indie rocker relationship.