Vivien pushed open the door to the orchard. The wood was crumbling splinters against her palms. There was a sound on the air, a hum between the trees, a buzz, the Om that underlies the universe. It hung before her, sound given body.
It was a swarm.
I wrote this story after visiting our beekeeping friends, Sara and Dave Moore. It was early in a summer’s morning and I went out into the garden. I heard the buzzing before I saw them. A huge ball of bees hung in the air ahead of me. I suddenly felt very small and vulnerable. Afterwards I did some reading about bee society. It’s brutal.
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In ‘The Nature Of Bees’, Priya Sharma describes a mysterious country estate that seems lost in the Middle Ages, full of strange rituals and quaint attitudes. When a single woman moves into one of the estate cottages, she soon becomes captivated by the residents in a bucolic yet bewitching tale. Gareth D Jones for SF Crowsnest
Vivien moves into the old beekeeper’s house next to the estate where bees have always been raised. The honey is said to be an aphrodisiac. Although Vivien has led a life of celibacy for years, she blossoms there. But there is more to the place thanhoney. The denizens of the estate are more bee than human, and their queen is dying, worn out by constant procreation. The society of the human hive, with its sterile sisters and indolent brothers, is nicely done. But the sensuous descriptions of Vivien’s transformation are erotically compelling. Recommended. Lois Tilton for Locus Online