But it’s the young female fans of a dead pop star, in “Meat,” who perform the book’s most appalling act.
Obsessed with sex and with a hunky older boy named Diego, the adolescent friend group in “Our Lady of the Quarry” speaks in first-person plural and stews in a jealousy that eventually turns murderous. And Enriquez is particularly adept at capturing the single-minded intensity of teenage girls. Largely it’s insatiable women, raggedy slum dwellers and dead children - those who are ordinarily powerless - who wield unholy power in this collection, and they seem uninterested in being reasonable. One story features San La Muerte, a saint who takes the shape of a grinning skeleton another a statue of an Afro-Brazilian spirit. A journalist in Buenos Aires, Enriquez sets most of the stories in and around her home city, and populates them with South American mysticism.
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