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232 pages, Hardcover
First published August 1, 2006
“The same clouded blood flows through our veins. All we have are stories.”
“Some young people set up a sacrificial beast society to mimic the deaths. Parents were terrified. In January, a bunch of kids jumped from tall buildings, while February saw a spike in hangings, slit throats in March, and knives through the heart in April. Which brought us to the present moment, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that this month would see a rise in disembowelments.”
“Children are like that. They think life is as beautiful as a flower. But Lucia would grow up, and come to understand that sometimes living feels like chewing on wax. And so you let go. The more resilient life is, the more you want to destroy it, raze it to the ground, put on a show, all guns blazing, what joy.”
“I had no interest in her love story, so I plunged ahead to the main point.
‘I thought joyous beasts never stopped looking like children, and had no gender,’ I muttered.
She chuckled. ‘People know far too little about joyous beasts.’
She was right. We have barely any knowledge but are conceited enough to fill books with our ignorance anyway. Countless people make a living in this way, bluffing their way into wealth and respectability. Yet no one understands the life of a beast: how they’re born, how they die, how they think of humans, how they survive.”
“Underground, humans live with no material worries, and a hierarchy of their own. From time to time, though, there is an escape; but these fugitives are always caught, without a single exception. As punishment, they then have to live in caves, where they are whipped, and forced to exist on salt and water, torments too numerous to count. ”
“I sat down to write the story of the flourishing beasts, imagining the narrator as one of them. ‘I died before I was born,’ I had her say. ‘I was hacked into pieces and turned into a chair. My limbs were ripped apart, my entrails mutilated. One day, a man bought me for a lot of money. Because he wanted me. He placed me by his bed but couldn’t bear to sit on me, so instead he gazed at me and talked, touching my face and kissing me. My heart was still tender.”
“They are domesticated and are pure of heart – loyal and loving. Their flesh is designed to be poisonous, but only to their owners, who go mad if they taste it. The ruling class peddled heartsick beasts to common people, and after they matured at the age of five, slaughtered them for food. A portion of the flesh was tinned and delivered back to their owners who, upon eating the beast meat, lost their wits. These mindless beings were unswervingly loyal, putting their king before all else, demonstrating an unquestioning devotion that would never be overturned.”
“Go to the kitchen and cook me fifteen dumplings. Five peanut, five brown sugar, and five sesame. Not one less!”
Death began sprouting in every baby’s body, and took a human lifetime to reach maturity. By the time it flowered, all its energy was spent.The beasts themselves are eerie in the way of “almost human-looking but not really human” and a lot of them turn out to be quite dangerous. I’m not entirely sure I’d categorise the book as horror, but at some points it at least approached it. There’s certainly more than one body horror scene. Still, it was interesting, and I eagerly awaited the twist of each chapter.