![]() ![]() Indeed, one could be lured into identifying these tales as horror stories, given the plethora of ghosts, witches and inhuman savagery they contain. Because X - a grimy handshake, a girl pulling fingernails off with her teeth, an amputee who coddles her stump - is anything but conventional. And each begins with a rather conventional hook: All is normal, relatively speaking, until X occurs. Each is unique, but thematically related. Set in contemporary Argentina, each story, with a single, notable exception, is told from a female perspective. Wait until you’ve traveled, eyes open, through her perilous terrain, where either/or categories are blurred and the real question involves the relationship of one terror to another. Not until you’ve read Mariana Enríquez’s masterful, disturbing short story collection, Things We Lost in the Fire ( Hogarth Press). What terrifies more, the past or the present? The imaginary or the real? The supernatural or the self? Don’t answer. ![]()
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