"And the fact is, incredible though it may seem, God grows weak in the city; He gets startled, withdraws into the murkiness of deeds."
For fans of the macabre, twisted tales of human morbidity and translated Latin American literature, you are going to get a kick or two or three in the short stories in Fresh Dirt from the Grave. The book opens with a story about revenge in the sweetest and gnarliest of ways. I know that sounds a bit strange, but if it resonates with you, you will be the ideal reader of these sordid situations. The second story is filled with similar tension as the opening scene in Tarantino's Inglorious Bastards. That kind of teasing tension is built up perfectly with Rivero's wonderful writing. Melding human morality, revenge and acceptance is oftentimes a gruesome process and Giovanna Rivero brings together the forces of contemporary horrors with our animalistic instincts.
"How would she know? There was no longer a way. Only light or darkness, one and the same fold. Darkness and light."
With varying narratives, Rivero's prose creates a somehow soothing tension. Using gentleness in even dealing with the ghastly stories about cannibalistic revenge, a widow teaching origami to murderers in a women's prison, recrimination and retaliation, poisonings and other casual cruelties, I couldn't help but want more of her writing after finishing each of these fables. Rivero blends the wounds of humans with their own redemption and aims.
"We must be wary of chance occurrences, coated in innocence. They're the delicate pieces of a puzzle whose whole only reveals itself after too many years have passed."
Charco Press is on a roll lately with this latest release from Bolivian author Giovanna Rivero and of course a wonderful translation by Isabel Adey and another lovely cover by Pablo Font. Latin America has some really amazing writers, especially female writers that Charco Press brings out into the spotlight to highlight the talent that the English-speaking world would never have the gift of reading if not for this great independent press. Along with my love Charco, I find that I am more and more attracted to short story collections than I was in my younger years, and books like Fresh Dirt from the Grave have reaffirmed why I enjoy them so much. The writing, the imagination, the taut tales the range of feelings opens me up to bite-sized bits of myself. Oh yeah, and of course some dark humour that I am always a fan of.
"You have to learn to be more patient. You have to weave time better, you have to respect it. Patience and respect. How will you be able to live without dying?"
"If you're going to fill your head with all that knowledge, at least learn how to fight the dogs for scraps if it comes to it."
"I'm a fish, I'm a turtle, I'm water, I'm the net, I'm a vulture, he sighs, and continues to chew."
"Hell burns with paradoxes."