THE BOOK OF X
“Etter brilliantly, viciously lays bare what it means to be a woman in the world, what it means to hurt, to need, to want, so much it consumes everything.” —ROXANE GAY, author of Bad Feminist
“I loved every page of this gorgeous, grotesque, heartbreaking novel.” —CARMEN MARIA MACHADO, author of Her Body and Other Parties
“Insightful and incisive, this book cuts deep into the failing heart of the feminine mystique. Etter is a surgeon.” —AMELIA GRAY, author of Isadora
“A haunting meditation on loneliness, loss, and meat, The Book of X is a manual for how to survive in a world that almost offhandedly wants to destroy you. In it the echoes of reality come out deeply weird — but somehow reveal more about the real by being so. A wonderfully strange and personal novel, in which nightmares and daydreams crosscontaminate.” —BRIAN EVENSON, author of The Open Curtain
“The Book of X traverses the mundane and the surreal—from grocery lists to blooming meat, menstrual blood to a jealousy removal shop— laying bare the absurdities of womanhood. A truly original writer, Etter continues to push the boundaries of her imagination... and ours.” —MELISSA BRODER, author of The Pisces
“Taut, macabre, with wounds electric, The Book of X will take your head off while staring dead-on into your eyes. Move over, Angela Carter, there’s a new boss in the Meat Quarry, and she is fearless, relentless, ready to feast.” —BLAKE BUTLER, author of 300,000,000
“Sarah Rose Etter is a visionary. Perfectly paced, structurally audacious, and endlessly inventive—The Book of X is our new Revelation. Actually it’s better than that. Etter’s prose digs with emotion and a thousand unforgettable images. They just twist themselves deeper and deeper into your guts. It’ll probably take years to cut them out.” —SCOTT MCCLANAHAN, author of Crapalachia
The Book of X
A NOVEL
Sarah Rose Etter
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The Book of X
CONTENTS
PART I
I WAS BORN A KNOT LIKE MY MOTHER and her mother before her. Picture three women with their torsos twisted like thick pieces of rope with a single hitch in the center.
The doctors had the same reaction each birth: They lifted our slick warped bodies into the air and stared, horrified.
All three of us wailed, strange new animals, our lineage gnarled, aching, hardened.
Outside, beyond the bright white lights of the hospital, the machine of the world kept grinding on, a metal mouth baring its teeth, a maw waiting to clench down on us.
“I’M NOT RELIGIOUS, BUT I DAMN WELL prayed,” my mother says, exhaling smoke over the kitchen table. “I rubbed the rosaries raw that you would take after your father.”
My mother’s knot rests against the kitchen table. In my tender moments, I want to reach out and place a hand there.
“But
