Helen Oyeyemi’s stories are like hedge mazes. As soon as you begin to anticipate a direction, a destination, and an ending, there’s a turn, and another turn, then before you know it, the story is about someone or something else. What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours uses such labyrinthine structures in only the best ways, subverting folk tales, upending traditional narratives, and unfolding backstories as if outside of time.
The tales are mostly set within the same landscape and feature some recurring characters and related events, though they stand up well on their own. They’re not woven together into one large tapestry, like the stories Anthony Marra’s The Tsar of Love and Techno, but rather exist as distinct entities shot through with the same shimmering thread. This is an idealized world, though one much like ours, where diversity is not only common but barely questioned; where comrades take up for one another at the slightest hint of danger; where (and this is the engine of the book’s best wonders) anything and everything can be haunted, possessed, made sentient, or imported from an alternate reality.