Posted by Athena Scalzi
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Ring the wedding bells and toast your champagne glass, author Mary Berman has brought us a tale of love. Or, more accurately, a tale of being afraid of ending up alone, in the Big Idea for her newest novel, Until Death.
MARY BERMAN:
In 2021, I met my now-husband on Hinge. (This was before the death of the algorithm, RIP.)
On our first date, he asked, “So, are you looking for a relationship?” and I said, “No.” And he said, “Oh… so you’re just looking for someone to hook up with? I’m not really —” And I replied with something like, “God, no. I’m just afraid that if I don’t find a partner now, I’ll be alone in thirty years when my parents die.”
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Two years later, in 2023, I found myself surrounded by weddings. My cousin got married, my other cousin got engaged, my best friend’s other friend got engaged, someone else kept texting me about her coworker’s crazy wedding in Italy, etc. I truly had no desire to be engaged yet — although my partner had, after that first conversation, mercifully decided to hang around, and we were still together — but I was still out here making wedding spreadsheets for fun. I couldn’t help it. Weddings were everywhere. We were all losing our damn minds. It was as Jia Tolentino had written in her very excellent essay “I Thee Dread”: “I, on the topic of weddings, like so many women before me, had gone a little bit insane.”
And at some point I thought: Oh, there’s a thing that makes everybody insane? I could write a horror novel about that.
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That was my moment of inspiration: Ooh, a horror novel about wedding planning! I also had my protagonist, Ophelia, right away. She, like me, would start out thinking, Mmm, I’m not sure this whole relationship business is for me. But over the course of the novel, she’d get dragged into a marriage. Unlike me, though, she would not be dragged into it by Love. No, she would be ensnared by Something Bad. But what Bad Thing could get someone to make a huge decision like that?
And then I thought: Maybe, like me, she’s also terrified to end up alone.
And — because I love to turn shit up to eleven — I thought, Maybe she’s a lot closer to that point than I was when I met my partner. Maybe her dad is gone already, maybe her mom is sick. But sick is too easy, it’s too black-and-white. What’s worse than sick? What’s worse than dying?
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I have two family members who died of dementia. The first of these slow declines, I witnessed as a young teenager. Because of this, I spent a surprisingly long time thinking dementia and aging were the same thing — which is to say, I didn’t think there was a way to do the latter without the former.
Here is what I thought would happen to me, and to everyone else as we aged:
We would grow old. And as we grew old, we would lose bits and pieces of our memory, like an old coat losing shreds of itself to moths’ teeth in the dark.
Eventually, we would lose so much memory that would no longer remember our own histories. We would have no lingering understanding of our selves. We wouldn’t remember our spouses, or our children. We would catch sight of our own hands and panic because they were the gnarled hands of an old woman and we believed ourselves to be twenty-two. We would call our daughter and our granddaughter by the same name, because we would think they were two versions of the same person and our grasp of time would have grown so tenuous that this would not alarm us. Eventually we would also lose our mobility, and our speech.
We wouldn’t lose our lives, though. Those, for some strange reason, we would keep. Some tiny, unquenchable fire would burn inside us still. It would always leave just enough of us to give our loved ones hell.
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That was it, then. Ophelia’s mother would be diagnosed with early dementia. And Ophelia, who up until this point would have felt, for reasons I shall not spoiler here, that marriage was a bad idea, would suddenly be staring down the barrel of a life without any family in it.
This, to me, is really what makes Until Death a horror novel. Not the wedding planning (well, that too), and not the supernatural element (well, that too). But those things come later. The horror, though, is always in the novel, even before Ophelia makes the decision to get married. That’s because the horror comes from Ophelia’s mother’s illness, Ophelia’s own sense of obligation, and her terror of being alone.
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