Pink Slime - Fernanda Trías

A harrowing, intimate novel about a woman and the people who depend on her as the world around them teeters on the edge--marking an award-winning Latin American author's US debut. An intimate, melancholic look at an ecologically ravaged future. --Silvia Moreno-Garcia, author of Mexican Gothic and Silver Nitrate - Powerful and beautifully written. --The Guardian In a city ravaged by a mysterious plague, a woman tries to understand why her world is falling apart. An algae bloom has poisoned the previously pristine air that blows in from the sea. Inland, a secretive corporation churns out the only food anyone can afford--a revolting pink paste, made of an unknown substance. In the short, desperate breaks between deadly windstorms, our narrator stubbornly tends to her few remaining relationships: with her difficult but vulnerable mother; with the ex-husband for whom she still harbors feelings; with the boy she nannies, whose parents sent him away even as terrible threats loomed. Yet as conditions outside deteriorate further, her commitment to remaining in place only grows--even if staying means being left behind. An evocative elegy for a safe, clean world, Pink Slime is buoyed by humor and its narrator's resiliency. This unforgettable novel explores the place where love, responsibility, and self-preservation converge, and the beauty and fragility of our most intimate relationships. \nNamed a MOST ANTICIPATED book of 2024 by LitHub A harrowing, intimate novel about a woman and the people who depend on her as the world around them teeters on the edge--marking an award-winning Latin American author's US debut. An intimate, melancholic look at an ecologically ravaged future. --Silvia Moreno-Garcia, author of Mexican Gothic and Silver Nitrate - Powerful and beautifully written. --The Guardian In a city ravaged by a mysterious plague, a woman tries to understand why her world is falling apart. An algae bloom has poisoned the previously pristine air that blows in from the sea. Inland, a secretive corporation churns out the only food anyone can afford--a revolting pink paste, made of an unknown substance. In the short, desperate breaks between deadly windstorms, our narrator stubbornly tends to her few remaining relationships: with her difficult but vulnerable mother; with the ex-husband for whom she still harbors feelings; with the boy she nannies, whose parents sent him away even as terrible threats loomed. Yet as conditions outside deteriorate further, her