- Published: 04/10/2018
- ISBN: 9781846276361
- 129x20mm
- 208 pages
Things We Lost in the Fire
Mariana Enriquez
Translated by Megan McDowell
Thrilling and terrifying, Things We Lost in the Fire takes the reader into a world of Argentine Gothic. A world of sharp-toothed children and young girls racked by desire, where demons lurk beneath the river and stolen skulls litter the pavements. A world where the secrets half-buried under Argentina’s terrible dictatorship rise up to haunt the present day, and where women, exhausted by a plague of violence, find that their only path out lies in the flames…
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Bright with brilliance... The stories [create] a sensibility as distinctive as that found in Denis Johnson's Jesus' Son. They are a portrait of a world in fragments, a mirrorball made of razor blades
John Self, Guardian
An utterly brilliant measure of deep existential terror ... you [will] return home looking pale and haunted
‘Best Summer Books’ selected by Mark O’Connell, Observer
Slim but phenomenal... The spookiness of these 12 stories sets into the reader's mind like a jet stone, sparkling through all that darkness
Vanity Fair
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The Dangers of Smoking in Bed
Mariana Enriquez, translated by Megan McDowell
‘Mariana Enriquez is a mesmerizing writer who demands to be read. Like Bolaño, she is interested in matters of life and death, and her fiction hits with the full force of a train’ – Dave Eggers
Welcome to Buenos Aires, a city thrumming with murderous intentions and morbid desires, where missing children come back from the dead and unearthed bones carry terrible curses. These brilliant, unsettling tales of revenge, witchcraft, fetishes, disappearances and urban madness spill over with women and girls whose dark inclinations will lead them over the edge.
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