Book Review: Keturah and Lord Death by Martine Leavitt
The first time I met Martine Leavitt was at a workshop several years ago. I remember her holding up her book, Keturah and Lord Death, and saying something to the effect: “The first few drafts I hid who Keturah met in the woods. I wanted it to be a big reveal. It was Death! It wasn’t working, and I finally came to the question: why keep it secret that it’s Lord Death?”. A common saying in her workshop became “Why keep Death a secret?” in reference to stories where a piece of information was hidden.
I was intrigued to read the book. I wanted to see how the story would progress when I already knew the big secret. By the time I finished the book, I knew that she’d made the right decision. Keturah’s journey after she meets Death felt much more rewarding than the fact of who she socialized with. I loved the journey Keturah takes, what she learns, and how she slowly, and reluctantly, learns who Lord Death is.
Death isn’t your typical skeleton in black robes carrying a razor-sharp scythe, or a fiery demon come to drag the souls of men away, or even an angel wielding the sword of life and death. I loved Martine’s take on it, and loved how very human, yet inhuman, Death was. Many of the concepts made me think about life and death differently, and I enjoyed how it wove me further into the story. Take this journey with Keturah. I highly recommend it!