Twelve kinds of taste
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Horror, Fiction, Fantasy, Magical Realism
Grieving mother Magos cuts out a piece of her deceased eleven-year-old son Santiago’s lung. Acting on fierce maternal instinct and the dubious logic of an old folktale, she nurtures the lung until it gains sentience, growing into the carnivorous little Monstrilio she keeps hidden within the walls of her family’s decaying Mexico City estate.
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Intimate, overwhelming, bleak and contemplative.
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On Open Library, 7 have read it and 30 want to.
“Her son dies in a child-sized bed, big enough for him but barely enough to hold her and her husband who cling to the edges, folding themselves small so they fit one of each side of him.... Her son was alive and now he isn't. No thunder, no angels weeping, no cloaked Death, no grave; just his silent body, unbreathing, and the blunt realization that this is it.”
Closest on the same fourteen dimensions, from everything scored on Taste Buds. Other media included when they land close.
