Curran is the master at describing a scene. By the time he’s done setting it up, you can not only see it in your mind, you can smell it, taste it, hear it, and feel it down in the marrow of your bones. Sow is no exception. My gag reflex was on autopilot as he made me experience all the nastiness of the sow and it’s living conditions. But Sow is not simply an exercise in grossing you out. The story is a clever take on pregnancy, haunted houses and witchcraft and Curran weaves them all together in an expertly crafted brew that will stay with you long after you’ve put it down. So sit down at your breakfast table with that delicious plate of crispy bacon and enjoy Sow. I dare ya.
4 1/2 out of 5 stars