paired with their often intimate and violent subject matter, i find the incidental way tamsyn muir frames women and their bodies throughout the locked tomb series to be refreshing bordering on radical
consider harrowhark; in the first book we see her as gideon sees her. she’s a hideous ghoul with a flat ass and no tits, she’s a delicate sopping wet beauty with a sharp face and angel bow lips, she’s a triumphant and awe inspiring master necromancer screaming and fighting drenched in her own blood. the shape and condition of her body is allowed to take on meaning contextually based entirely on the situation and how gideon feels about their relationship in any given moment
she then spends the second book hobbling around with a sword twice her size, ripping apart her body to use as a weapon and passing out in her own vomit, struggling to eat and sleep – she and puts herself through absolute hell and never once thinks anything of it, and we’re made to mourn this not as the desecration of a beautiful woman but as a manifestation of a human being’s despair and self loathing, and we see this specifically contrasted against the care gideon tries to take when inhabiting her body during the last act
it’s jarring, in nona, when we’re suddenly made aware that her body could be perceived or valued as a commodity, when pyrrha is assumed to be nona’s pimp. it feels strange and horrifying when we learn alecto’s form was modeled for a doll, learn that she was given a woman’s body as a display of ownership, an alternative to being consumed, and as we’re processing this we watch gideon, paul, and ianthe, immediately setting aside their conflict in a desperate scramble to preserve harrow’s body for no reason other than because it is harrow’s and they love her
feminist fiction often focuses on women’s relationship to a body which is valued more than the person within it – and that is a worthy experience to explore – but as a transsexual butch(ish) dyke, i have never really had the privilege of seeing my body as a precious commodity, never felt like it couldn’t or shouldn’t be a sight of violence and disgust, and as a result the locked tomb books have made me feel seen in a way that few other works of fiction have?
we as an audience are not made aware of how attractive any character would be outside of the context of our lesbian POV characters’ perspectives, their relationship to patriarchal beauty standards is an utterly irrelevant detail we’re never told and only occasionally glimpse through implication. the women in the locked tomb books are simply free to exist, to have experiences and feelings, to love and hate and grieve and suffer and die like anybody else, and to have those experiences reflected in their physical vessels
it’s a perspective that’s so fundamental and obvious that to praise muir for it for it feels almost patronizing, but i also think it’s a huge part of what’s made the series so resonant for so many queer women and i feel that that’s worthy of highlighting and celebrating
This is what I love about Muir, and Pratchett did this really well before her. All the femme characters have a spectrum of body types, and it’s only mentioned in service of a) plot or b) characterization.
And then there’s something so freeing about Nona’s attitude of seeing beauty in every single body as well. We get two books of “yeah whatever, it’s a body, it’s really just here to get shit done,” and then you have a book absolutely saturated with “every single part of every single body is gorgeous. Except for Barbie, who is the only ugly person in this universe.”
I didn’t know I needed that role model of someone who looks with love and admiration at every single human feature and appendage. Nona thinks your ears are a marvel and I want to live with that energy.
