“Burnings are the work of men. They have always burned us. Now we are burning ourselves. But we’re not going to die; we’re going to flaunt our scars.”
Mariana Enriquez’s short stories hurt. They unsettle and disconcert. They are frightening, at times disgusting. They get under the skin. Bodies are dismantled and maimed. The stories put us, the reader, in the place of those whose lives are made precarious as a result of government corruption, toxic masculinity, poverty, mental illness and sheer misfortune.
This is Gothic fiction weaponised in the cause of social justice.
Precarious Gothic 