![]() I was sold “It was a murkier sort of solitude, silent with the wet sleep of the unformed world,” writes Lai. From the first lines I knew I would like it–lines on the first page about loneliness and primordial sludge made me pause with wonder. ![]() I was prepared to love the book, it had been recommended to me by a friend, and, as I said I’d already enjoyed another of Lai’s novels. Nu Wa & her story, generally in nineteenth century China, and her experience falling in love with the salt fish girl who works at the market and Miranda, who’s growing up in the technocapitalist Pacific Northwest from 2042 onwards, and who has the pungent smell of the durian fruit constantly emanating from her whole being and whose family is trying to find a cure. It floats out of time frames, bodies and characters but the main focal points are two protagonists. ![]() Published in 2002, the novel tells a dual or even quadruple story at once. Both novels in fact share certain preoccupations with gross bodily queerness as well as dystopian capitalist futures and clones. In other words it was really great, even better than The Tiger Flu (2018) in my opinion, which I read last year and enjoyed immensely too. ![]() Salt Fish Girl by Larissa Lai is a gooey treat of a book, full of nauseating smells, intoxicating feelings and so much juicy/murky/enticing fluid. ![]()
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