Who would bother to have sex with half of a woman’s body every night? Apparently Foster does. One of the more bizarre selections in the set of short stories in Lit 13, I have to say. From the blood-red bathwater to the silently laughing torso of Luli to the repulsive yet happy Donovan at the end of the story, the use of imagery was so great that it all felt so horrific. It makes me wonder why a lot of the characters here bother to have a wife “mailed” rather than just looking for a wife “the normal way” like everybody does. It was also weird for me that these guys find an incomplete body attractive, especially a moving incomplete body. These guys were just as weird as these shipped-by-installment brides. It also made me wonder what life in Siquijor is actually like, with all the witchcraft and paranormal stuff that surrounds it.
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