Fernanda Trías’ Pink Slime is bathed in evocative reds and pinks, a color soaked alternative to the mushy brown and gray-scaped apocalypses of a typical book of its kind. Unfortunately, thats about the only fresh thing it brings to the subject.
An unnamed narrating character navigates difficult living conditions while also sifting through her memories. Many of these revolve around her mother, or the boy Mauro, whom she nannies. Mauro has a strange disease which causes him to eat both compulsively and constantly, even harmful things he finds in the trash. Looming largest, however, is the relationship with her ex husband Max, to whom the narrating character is hopelessly tied. He is recovering in the “chronic care” unit of a local hospital, and is perhaps the main reason the narrating character won’t take her nannying money and flee the coast. Max is not an interesting narcissist, despite the book repeatedly describing his magnetism. Each chapter is bookended by snippets of conversation that she’s had with him (or I presume with her mother or Mauro. Its clear which of these “deep” observations come from Max.) They include such profundities as -
If you're given a box full of air, what is the gift?
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