Rating: ★★★★☆ (3.7/5)

Trigger Warnings at the end if anyone is curious enough and/or needs them!

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You know that feeling when you pick up a book expecting absolutely nothing—maybe even dreading it—and it completely blindsides you in the best way? This was Book of Night to me.

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TL;DR: A surprisingly mature, grounded urban fantasy. Holly Black is at her best here: immersive worldbuilding, realistic characters, sharp dialogue, and a genuinely gripping mystery, especially in a killer final quarter. The opening hooks you, the ending delivers. However (and it’s a big however), the middle is a slog; it's hard and tests your patience. Push through that dead zone, though, and you’ll find a solid, rewarding read—particularly shocking if, like me, you really, really hated The Cruel Prince series.

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1) First Impressions

I picked up Book of Night without even realizing Holly Black wrote it. Well, I picked it up without making the connection to The Cruel Prince—something I clearly need to work on since I can't always connect authors with their books. And honestly? That might be why I gave it a fair shot.

Because I really, really hate The Folk of the Air series.

I hate that series so much I returned the books to the bookstore. Something I've never done with any other book before or after. I tried The Cruel Prince when I was a teenager and it bored me to tears. Sixteen-year-old me found the characters flat, their chemistry unfulfilled and predictable. The "love" was exhausting. The politics? I just didn't care. The pacing felt like torture.

Last year I set myself a challenge to finish a series I'd DNF'd and really try to enjoy it. I chose The Folk of the Air series. I slogged through The Cruel Prince and its sequels, which is never a good sign. So when people tell me "oh, you don't like The Cruel Prince because you're not the target age anymore," I say: I didn't like it even when I was the target age.

But something about Book of Night called to me. Maybe it was the fantasy/mystery/paranormal magic blend. Maybe it reminded me of books I used to read when I was younger. Maybe it was even the cover, which is absolutely gorgeous. Whatever it was, this book felt closer to me in a way The Cruel Prince never did.

Here's the thing: I did enjoy this book. I started with the audiobook and loved the beginning. For me, this is what Holly Black should be writing. It feels more real, more grounded, more her. This is genuinely something she should explore more.

Now I know a lot of people who love The Cruel Prince found this book boring. I've seen the comments. I've seen the reactions. And I get it. If you love that series, this will not hit the same. It's different. But for me, as someone who found The Cruel Prince unbearable? This is so much better. This is where the author shines.

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2) Where It Shines

Let's talk about what worked in this book, because yes, not everything worked, but some things? They are sooo good.

The premise works. Fantasy, mystery, and paranormal elements. Magic and romance. It's all there, and it feels cohesive in a way that reminded me of books I loved when I was younger. There's something dark and familiar and gritty that really called to me, but it doesn't feel derivative or overworked.

The magical world is compelling and believable. The worldbuilding feels solid without hammering you with exposition. The magic system has rules and logic, even if those rules aren't spelled out on every page. Yes, it explains a lot of the nitty-gritty details—mostly by showing you, but also by telling you—but I thought it was believable. In this book, I think it works. The times it's spelled out didn't feel like an info dump. It felt natural because the main character would know these things from things she'd read or experiences she'd had.

Holly Black can write brand names and real-world references without making it cringe. She mentions real-world things like McDonald's or Starbucks and it feels natural. There's no "taking a big swig of that delicious cold beverage," no forced attempts at being relatable, no secondhand embarrassment. It doesn't take you out of the immersion. It just works. This is something that really shines with her. Yes, it was in The Folk of the Air series too, but I don't feel it was as persistent there. Anything like that I would generally find annoying, but the way she does it doesn't wreck the immersion.

The dialogue feels natural and sharp. The characters talk like real people. There were a few moments where I could tell she was trying to make this quotable for people to highlight on social media, but honestly? It wasn't that bad most times. Yes, there were corny moments, but they didn't feel like "highlight and make comments about how cringe this is" moments.

The last 25% of the book is spectacular. Everything just clicks. The mystery elements, figuring things out with the characters, the ambition of it—there's a confidence most books I've read lack. Most books I've read this year are kind of just more straightforward, but the final quarter of this book builds and builds beautifully. Even when there are predictable things, you think "wow, this works" or "maybe that's a bit too convenient", but it's executed well. I reading this up until 04:30 am just to know how this ended. The last quarter of this book really got me.

The themes are clear without being overbearing. Heavy topics—capitalism, domestic violence, parental neglect—are confronted directly, but without the book beating you over the head. The characters talk about them, the message is obvious, yet it still feels balanced. Could it have been subtler? Sure. I get that some authors (cough R. F. Kuang cough) spell everything out so readers don’t miss it. But Holly Black doesn’t go that far. Yes, the MC complains and reiterates things often, but it never felt like the book was talking down to me. Unlike Babel or Katabasis—especially the latter—this didn’t treat the reader like they were stupid. It’s more explicit than some other reads, but honestly? In a landscape where books straight-up explain their critiques, this felt like a somewhat solid, well-judged balance.

I felt for the main character. Charlie was someone I could connect with. Not because I went through everything she went through—obviously not. But because I felt Holly Black wrote the character truthfully. Her experiences with domestic violence from her mother, relationships with toxic men, constantly being judged or objectified—she's definitely not perfect, not as a character, nor as a person. There were moments I thought "I don't know about that..." or "omg, don't. stfu." But that made her feel just a bit more real. She's complicated, and I can genuinely appreciate that.

The supporting characters have layers, like onions (Shrek reference intended). Yes, they're not 100% fleshed out, but they're not cardboard cutouts either. They feel like they have lives and motivations beyond what we see on the page.

The twists and reveals hit. Yes, some things were predictable, but they were executed well and I still enjoyed them. The ending gave me something to think about in terms of the story. It made me want to read more. It also made me think about giving authors second chances.

Also—yes, this is superficial—the cover. It’s gorgeous. Thief of Night especially, but even this one is eye-catching and inviting in a way most recent releases just aren’t. Publishers love bland, copy-paste covers; this one actually shows care. It may not be groundbreaking, but it’s atmospheric, pretty, and makes you want to read the book—and honestly, that matters.

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3) Where It Falters

Now let's talk about the things that just didn't hit the mark or didn't work.

The biggest problem is pacing. The middle is an absolute mess. The book starts strong and the ending is great, but from about 46% to 76%? It drags hard. It felt like reading a 600-page book, even though it was only 350–450 pages, and it took me days to get through because I kept stalling.

This isn’t just me—many readers DNF’d or seriously considered it around the 40–60% mark, and I completely get why. Honestly, without the audiobook, I probably would have considered DNF-ing too. Around the 46% point, the story loses focus and feels like endless side quests with no real direction—even though we're following the main plot.

If you can push through, the payoff is somewhat worth it—but it’s a lot to ask. And if you don’t want to force yourself? DNF-ing is totally valid.

The character naming conventions can be confusing. Some characters are called by their real names, sometimes nicknames, sometimes last names, or even something completely different—and the book switches between them constantly. If you pay attention, you can usually figure it out, but if you’re used to straightforward naming in other books, it can pull you out of the story. When I read this, coming off a lot of very direct reads, it took me a bit to adjust. Not a dealbreaker, but definitely something to be aware of. (:

Some characters felt underdeveloped. The sister, Adam, and Doreen in particular felt flat. Doreen was somewhat fleshed out, but the sister and Adam didn’t feel fully realized. Maybe it was intentional, part of their traits, but it left them feeling like they were missing something; almost complete, but not quite.

The writing quality varies throughout the book. When the book is good, it's really good—descriptive and smooth and immersive. But during that middle section I talked about? When the pacing issues hit? The writing felt lackluster. I know Holly Black is capable of so much better, especially because of the last quarter of the book. It wasn't consistently strong.

Some plot points felt a bit too convenient or easy. It was just a tad predictable at times compared to other books. It felt like this was a really good book, but it could have been so much better. It's not awful, just not fantastic.

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4) Final Thoughts

When I finished this book, my first reaction was: “Oh my God, I want the sequel right now!!! This was amazing!!!!” But stepping back and looking at it without that reader-high, my initial five-star excitement settled into about a 3.7/5. Good, but not perfect.

I have issues with pacing, character depth, and the middle drag—but objectively, this is the book with the most positive highlights and notes for me this year so far. A few tweaks could have made it even better, but I’d still recommend it, depending on your taste.

Book of Night genuinely surprised me as someone who really, really hated The Cruel Prince series. I didn’t think I’d enjoy anything else from Holly Black, yet this book proved me wrong. Yes, the middle drags. Yes, some characters could be deeper. But the beginning hooks you, the ending is fantastic, and the world reminded me why I fell in love with urban fantasy years ago.

It also made me realize I should give authors—and their different styles—a second chance. Fans of The Cruel Prince might find this boring, but if, like me, that series didn’t click, you might be pleasantly surprised.

I’m absolutely reading the second book. The ending, with its unanswered questions and cliffhangers, hooked me in a way The Folk of the Air never did.

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5) Is This Book For You?

Read this book if you want:

♡ Fantasy with mystery and paranormal twists ♡ Clever puzzles and magic ♡ A relatable, flawed protagonist ♡ A more mature, grounded take on Holly Black ♡ Piecing clues alongside the main character ♡ Natural, believable dialogue ♡ Thoughtful exploration of trauma, power, family, and abuse ♡ Smooth writing, rich worldbuilding, and tension that pays off in the final quarter ♡ Multi-dimensional characters with realistic flaws

Skip this book if you want:

♡ Consistent pacing throughout ♡ A fast, drag-free middle ♡ Characters who are never confusing ♡ Fully developed secondary characters at all times ♡ Zero predictability ♡ Every character fully fleshed out ♡ Pure engagement from start to finish ♡ Something very similar to The Cruel Prince (this is different)

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6) Trigger Warnings

This book contains graphic depictions and themes of:

♡ Domestic violence (past and present) ♡ Child neglect ♡ Emotional abuse ♡ Physical violence and assault ♡ Murder and attempted murder ♡ Blood and graphic injury ♡ Mild gore ♡ Self-harm (for magical purposes) ♡ Gun violence ♡ Drug and alcohol use ♡ Poisoning ♡ Death ♡ Parental loss ♡ Psychological trauma (including panic responses) ♡ Emotional manipulation ♡ Toxic relationships ♡ Gaslighting and deception

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"There are words that are convenient. Hygienic. Legal."

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TL;DR: Tender Is the Flesh looks like shock-horror cannibalism, but it’s really a terrifying argument about how law and language decide who counts as human. In a world where people are legally reclassified as “product,” violence becomes bureaucratic, normal, and morally invisible. The horror it how easily society adapts once the vocabulary changes. I originally dismissed it as edgy dystopia, reread it through a law-and-literature lens, and realized it’s one of the smartest novels about dehumanisation and legal fiction I’ve read. ♡

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Trigger Warnings at the end if anyone is curious enough and/or needs them!

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Contents

‎ 1) First impressions ‎ 2) The argument ‎ 3) Three moments that carry it ‎ 4) Why this isn't only fiction ‎ 5) The Verdict ‎ 6) Is this book for you? ‎ 7) Trigger Warnings

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1) First Impressions

I first read this around 2018, 2019, before the pandemic, before BookTok got to it, before it started being mentioned alongside 1984 and The Handmaid's Tale. A bookseller I'd been talking to for years had it flagged as underrated. It was thin. I gave it a chance.

I gave it three stars. It was fine. I filed it away.

Part of the problem was how I came to it. In Mexico (and now I know in Italy as well), you'd find this book in the horror section with a romance tag, which primed me to read it as a dark, atmospheric love story with dystopian texture. That is not what it is. Reading Tender Is the Flesh as a romance is like thinking Lolita is a romance: technically “possible”, entirely mistaken, and a little revealing about yourself (pls someone check their hard drive and cloud account).

When TikTok discovered it, I was sceptical in the way you become sceptical when a book you found mediocre becomes a phenomenon. I assumed the algorithm had done its usual thing: amplified something accessible and aesthetically grim until it looked profound. I will admit I stayed on my high horse for a while.

Then I ended up in Italy, studying abroad, enrolled in a Law and Literature course I'd signed up for on a whim. I expected legal dramas and close reading. What I got was something closer to a rearrangement of how I think: doors opening in my brain that I hadn't known existed. When it came time to write a final essay-presentation on anything at the intersection of law, literature, and philosophy, I scrolled through everything I'd ever read, everything I’ve ever consumed. I thought about presenting a videogame: TLOU or Detroit: Become Human. I thought about Marina Abramović's Rhythm 0. I even briefly considered Legally Blonde, which — if you know me and my uni days — is perhaps not as absurd as it sounds.

And then, almost by accident, I came back to the one I'd dismissed. Because nothing fit the question more precisely: What happens when the law says who is human, and what happens to those who aren’t? What happens to those who aren’t human enough?

So I read it again, and this time, I understood it completely differently. For that alone, I’m bumping it up to 4.3 stars, with the extra 0.2 specifically awarded for helping me earn a 30 e lode on my final presentation. wink

What follows is an adapted version of that presentation. If you feel like joining me for the ride, I’d genuinely love that. And if not, feel free to skip ahead to the “Is This Book for You?” and/or “Trigger Warnings” sections if you’re only here to decide whether the book itself is worth reading.

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2) The Argument

Let me start with a question. If I handed you a document today, official, stamped, legally binding, that declared you were no longer a person, that you were now classified as a product, would that make it true? Your instinct is probably no. Of course note. You’re still you. I’m still me. The law cannot change what we fundamentally are.

But here's what the novel wants you to sit with: legally, linguistically, it does. The law doesn’t need you to change biologically or metaphysically who you are; it only needs to change what you're called. The consequences follow from the name, not from the tangible reality.

The premise: a virus has made all animal meat lethal to humans. Every animal on earth has been systematically destroyed, livestock, pets, wildlife, all of it, gone. Faced with a protein crisis, the governments of this world don't turn to plant-based alternatives (sad). They legalise the farming, slaughter, and consumption of human beings. But they don't call it that. They never call it “legalised cannibalism”. The humans being farmed are called heads, or product. The slaughterhouses are processing plants. The legalisation period is called la Transición, the Transition. The vocabulary of personhood has been surgically replaced by the vocabulary of livestock management, and it is arrestable to use the old words (you can and will be “processed” for saying that).

Our protagonist, Marcos Tejo, runs one of these plants. He is not a monster. He is, in fact, the most morally awake character in the novel, the only one who consistently sees the cognitive operation being performed on everyone around him and names it, privately, to himself. He knows the word for what he does every day. He just cannot say it out loud. That tension, between what he knows and what he is permitted to name, is where the entire argument lives.

James Boyd White, one of the founders of the law and literature movement, argues that legal language is not a neutral tool we use to describe a pre-existing reality. It is the medium in which social reality is constructed. It doesn't label things that are already there, it makes things real in the social world. Richard Posner adds that law habitually takes what he calls "a dichotomous cut at a continuous problem", it draws a hard line where no natural line exists. Guilty or not guilty. Disabled or not disabled. Person or not person. The line is a legal fiction. But once it is drawn, it produces real effects, because the law treats it as real.

Bazterrica takes Posner's observation to its extreme. The dichotomous cut is: human or product. And the novel asks what the world looks like on the other side of that cut, once it has been enforced, normalised, bureaucratised. The answer is not monstrous. It is ordinary. It looks like hygiene regulations and trade fairs and investors asking perfectly reasonable business questions. Because that is what legal normalisation produces: not monsters, but administrators.

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3) Three Moments That Carry It

(Mild spoilers! These are from the first half of the book.)

The first is the novel's opening pages. Marcos wakes in the night, unable to sleep, thinking about his work. In the original Spanish: "Nadie los llama así. Él no los llama así cuando tiene que explicarle a un empleado nuevo cómo es el ciclo de la carne. Podrían arrestarlo por hacerlo." Nobody calls them that. He doesn't call them that when explaining the production cycle to a new employee. He could be arrested for doing so. And then, a few lines later, the novel's thesis in miniature: "Hay palabras que son convenientes, higiénicas. Legales."

That word, higiénicas, is doing everything. The legal vocabulary is hygienic in the precise sense: it removes contamination. The contamination is recognition. As long as the word human is in the sentence, what is happening is legible as horror. Replace it with product, and the horror becomes administration. Marcos also reflects on the word Transición, the official term for the legalisation period, and calls it a word that "summarizes and catalogs an immeasurable fact." It doesn't say anything false. It simply selects what to show and what to hide.

The second is a tour of a breeding farm, a criadero, conducted for a German investor named Egmont. The farm owner narrates the operation exactly as you would narrate a livestock facility: men are padrillos (studs), women are hembras (females), humans are cabezas (heads), and the best of the best are the PGP/Primera Generación Pura (the First Pure Generation, humans born and raised entirely in captivity). He explains genetics, insemination, diet. And the language works. It works on Egmont, who listens and asks perfectly reasonable business questions. At one point he looks at a person in a cage and says, as a joke, "what a good life that one has." He is not a sadist. The language has already done its work: the man in the cage registers as a specimen, an investment, a producer of future product. The suffering doesn't fail to move him because he is cruel. It fails to move him because the category that would make it legible as suffering, this is a human being in pain, has been legally removed from the available vocabulary. This is precisely what Stanley Fish means by interpretive communities: meaning is not in the text, it is produced by the community reading it. The community of this novel has been trained, legally and socially, to read human beings as product. And once that training is in place, what they see is product.

The third moment is the most intimate. At a certain point, Marcos is given a young woman, a PGP, as a business gift from the farm owner. She arrives at his house on a rope. She has no name. She has a brand mark, a product number, a genetic classification.

Marcos names her Jasmine.

That act, a single word, privately chosen, legally impermissible, is the first fracture in the system. Names belong to persons. By naming her, Marcos performs a counter-legal act: he restores a word, and with the word, a category, and with the category, a moral reality the law has officially declared not to exist. The novel ends, I won't say how, because the ending is the kind of thing you should encounter for yourself, by demonstrating that the legal fiction doesn't hold. That what was erased keeps returning. Not through the law. Despite it. In private acts of naming.

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4) Why This Isn't Only Fiction

The history of law is partly a history of who counts as a person. Roman law distinguished between persona (legal subject) and res (thing). Slaves were res. They could be owned, transferred, destroyed. The violence inflicted on them was not a violation of the law. It was consistent with it, because the person to whom the violence was done did not legally exist as a person.

Hannah Arendt, writing about statelessness after the Second World War, described the loss of legal status as the loss of the right to have rights. Once you are outside the legal category of person, there is no mechanism by which harm done to you can be addressed. There is no legal subject to address it to. The harm is real. The suffering is real. But legally, it is invisible, because visibility, in the law, requires a subject, and the subject has been administratively removed.

This is not a closed chapter. Look at what is happening to the Palestinian people: not only a biological erasure (let's call it what it is and what it is is a genocide), but also a legal and linguistic one, a sustained effort to reclassify their suffering as something other than harm done to persons, to remove them from the category of subject to whom protection is owed. When the vocabulary of personhood is contested, eroded, or simply not applied, the crimes committed become, in Bazterrica's precise word, higiénicas. Clean. Administrable. Legal. The suffering is still there. It simply loses its address. And without an address, the law has nowhere to send a remedy.

Bazterrica is working squarely in that tradition. She is asking: what if we did this systematically, transparently, with the full force of a functioning state apparatus? Not as a crime. As a law. Her answer is the world of the novel, which is to say, a world that is not entirely fictional.

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5) The Verdict

We tend to think of law as something that responds to harm: that identifies it, names it, remedies it. Bazterrica's sharpest claim is the reversal of that assumption: what happens when the law is not the remedy, but the prior act that makes harm invisible in the first place? What happens when the law is the thing that prevents the naming?

The answer is Marcos's sleepless nights, a man who knows the word for what he is seeing, who can think it privately but cannot say it out loud, who is the only person in his world carrying the cognitive weight of a reality the law has officially declared not to exist.

The answer is also Jasmine. Because Boyd White says that legal language is not separate from social life, it is part of it. What Bazterrica adds is the darker corollary: if legal language can construct community, it can also destroy it. And the rebuilding, when it comes, has to start with a word.

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6) Is This Book For You?

Read this if you:

♡ Can engage with horror as philosophical argument ♡ Are interested in how language constructs — and destroys — moral reality ♡ Want a short book that stays with you for years ♡ Appreciate restraint and precision over spectacle ♡ Don't need to like a book the first time to find it important the second

Skip this if you:

♡ Are looking for emotional warmth ♡ Need catharsis at the end ♡ Read horror for atmosphere/jumpscared rather than ideas ♡ Are in a sensitive place with themes of violence and bodily autonomy

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7) Trigger Warnings

This book contains graphic depictions and themes of:

♡ Animal death / mass extinction ♡ Body horror ♡ Child loss / grief ♡ Death ♡ Dehumanisation ♡ Forced captivity and breeding ♡ Graphic slaughter ♡ Infant death ♡ Mental illness / dissociation ♡ Physical and sexual violence ♡ SA / non-consensual situations ♡ Suicide ♡ Systemic violence and state-sanctioned harm

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OG review: This is so weird because I know for a fact that i read this book but it isn't here?? I think I gave it 3 or 4 stars. given how short it is, I may re-read it bc, wtf. kaakak I even remember the ending and the fact de que lo leí en español. o.O

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"There are words that are convenient. Hygienic. Legal."

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TL;DR: Tender Is the Flesh looks like shock-horror cannibalism, but it’s really a terrifying argument about how law and language decide who counts as human. In a world where people are legally reclassified as “product,” violence becomes bureaucratic, normal, and morally invisible. The horror it how easily society adapts once the vocabulary changes. I originally dismissed it as edgy dystopia, reread it through a law-and-literature lens, and realized it’s one of the smartest novels about dehumanisation and legal fiction I’ve read. ♡

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Trigger Warnings at the end if anyone is curious enough and/or needs them!

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Contents

‎ 1) First impressions ‎ 2) The argument ‎ 3) Three moments that carry it ‎ 4) Why this isn't only fiction ‎ 5) The Verdict ‎ 6) Is this book for you? ‎ 7) Trigger Warnings

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1) First Impressions

I first read this around 2018, 2019, before the pandemic, before BookTok got to it, before it started being mentioned alongside 1984 and The Handmaid's Tale. A bookseller I'd been talking to for years had it flagged as underrated. It was thin. I gave it a chance.

I gave it three stars. It was fine. I filed it away.

Part of the problem was how I came to it. In Mexico (and now I know in Italy as well), you'd find this book in the horror section with a romance tag, which primed me to read it as a dark, atmospheric love story with dystopian texture. That is not what it is. Reading Tender Is the Flesh as a romance is like thinking Lolita is a romance: technically “possible”, entirely mistaken, and a little revealing about yourself (pls someone check their hard drive and cloud account).

When TikTok discovered it, I was sceptical in the way you become sceptical when a book you found mediocre becomes a phenomenon. I assumed the algorithm had done its usual thing: amplified something accessible and aesthetically grim until it looked profound. I will admit I stayed on my high horse for a while.

Then I ended up in Italy, studying abroad, enrolled in a Law and Literature course I'd signed up for on a whim. I expected legal dramas and close reading. What I got was something closer to a rearrangement of how I think: doors opening in my brain that I hadn't known existed. When it came time to write a final essay-presentation on anything at the intersection of law, literature, and philosophy, I scrolled through everything I'd ever read, everything I’ve ever consumed. I thought about presenting a videogame: TLOU or Detroit: Become Human. I thought about Marina Abramović's Rhythm 0. I even briefly considered Legally Blonde, which — if you know me and my uni days — is perhaps not as absurd as it sounds.

And then, almost by accident, I came back to the one I'd dismissed. Because nothing fit the question more precisely: What happens when the law says who is human, and what happens to those who aren’t? What happens to those who aren’t human enough?

So I read it again, and this time, I understood it completely differently. For that alone, I’m bumping it up to 4.3 stars, with the extra 0.2 specifically awarded for helping me earn a 30 e lode on my final presentation. wink

What follows is an adapted version of that presentation. If you feel like joining me for the ride, I’d genuinely love that. And if not, feel free to skip ahead to the “Is This Book for You?” and/or “Trigger Warnings” sections if you’re only here to decide whether the book itself is worth reading.

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2) The Argument

Let me start with a question. If I handed you a document today, official, stamped, legally binding, that declared you were no longer a person, that you were now classified as a product, would that make it true? Your instinct is probably no. Of course note. You’re still you. I’m still me. The law cannot change what we fundamentally are.

But here's what the novel wants you to sit with: legally, linguistically, it does. The law doesn’t need you to change biologically or metaphysically who you are; it only needs to change what you're called. The consequences follow from the name, not from the tangible reality.

The premise: a virus has made all animal meat lethal to humans. Every animal on earth has been systematically destroyed, livestock, pets, wildlife, all of it, gone. Faced with a protein crisis, the governments of this world don't turn to plant-based alternatives (sad). They legalise the farming, slaughter, and consumption of human beings. But they don't call it that. They never call it “legalised cannibalism”. The humans being farmed are called heads, or product. The slaughterhouses are processing plants. The legalisation period is called la Transición, the Transition. The vocabulary of personhood has been surgically replaced by the vocabulary of livestock management, and it is arrestable to use the old words (you can and will be “processed” for saying that).

Our protagonist, Marcos Tejo, runs one of these plants. He is not a monster. He is, in fact, the most morally awake character in the novel, the only one who consistently sees the cognitive operation being performed on everyone around him and names it, privately, to himself. He knows the word for what he does every day. He just cannot say it out loud. That tension, between what he knows and what he is permitted to name, is where the entire argument lives.

James Boyd White, one of the founders of the law and literature movement, argues that legal language is not a neutral tool we use to describe a pre-existing reality. It is the medium in which social reality is constructed. It doesn't label things that are already there, it makes things real in the social world. Richard Posner adds that law habitually takes what he calls "a dichotomous cut at a continuous problem", it draws a hard line where no natural line exists. Guilty or not guilty. Disabled or not disabled. Person or not person. The line is a legal fiction. But once it is drawn, it produces real effects, because the law treats it as real.

Bazterrica takes Posner's observation to its extreme. The dichotomous cut is: human or product. And the novel asks what the world looks like on the other side of that cut, once it has been enforced, normalised, bureaucratised. The answer is not monstrous. It is ordinary. It looks like hygiene regulations and trade fairs and investors asking perfectly reasonable business questions. Because that is what legal normalisation produces: not monsters, but administrators.

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3) Three Moments That Carry It

(Mild spoilers! These are from the first half of the book.)

The first is the novel's opening pages. Marcos wakes in the night, unable to sleep, thinking about his work. In the original Spanish: "Nadie los llama así. Él no los llama así cuando tiene que explicarle a un empleado nuevo cómo es el ciclo de la carne. Podrían arrestarlo por hacerlo." Nobody calls them that. He doesn't call them that when explaining the production cycle to a new employee. He could be arrested for doing so. And then, a few lines later, the novel's thesis in miniature: "Hay palabras que son convenientes, higiénicas. Legales."

That word, higiénicas, is doing everything. The legal vocabulary is hygienic in the precise sense: it removes contamination. The contamination is recognition. As long as the word human is in the sentence, what is happening is legible as horror. Replace it with product, and the horror becomes administration. Marcos also reflects on the word Transición, the official term for the legalisation period, and calls it a word that "summarizes and catalogs an immeasurable fact." It doesn't say anything false. It simply selects what to show and what to hide.

The second is a tour of a breeding farm, a criadero, conducted for a German investor named Egmont. The farm owner narrates the operation exactly as you would narrate a livestock facility: men are padrillos (studs), women are hembras (females), humans are cabezas (heads), and the best of the best are the PGP/Primera Generación Pura (the First Pure Generation, humans born and raised entirely in captivity). He explains genetics, insemination, diet. And the language works. It works on Egmont, who listens and asks perfectly reasonable business questions. At one point he looks at a person in a cage and says, as a joke, "what a good life that one has." He is not a sadist. The language has already done its work: the man in the cage registers as a specimen, an investment, a producer of future product. The suffering doesn't fail to move him because he is cruel. It fails to move him because the category that would make it legible as suffering, this is a human being in pain, has been legally removed from the available vocabulary. This is precisely what Stanley Fish means by interpretive communities: meaning is not in the text, it is produced by the community reading it. The community of this novel has been trained, legally and socially, to read human beings as product. And once that training is in place, what they see is product.

The third moment is the most intimate. At a certain point, Marcos is given a young woman, a PGP, as a business gift from the farm owner. She arrives at his house on a rope. She has no name. She has a brand mark, a product number, a genetic classification.

Marcos names her Jasmine.

That act, a single word, privately chosen, legally impermissible, is the first fracture in the system. Names belong to persons. By naming her, Marcos performs a counter-legal act: he restores a word, and with the word, a category, and with the category, a moral reality the law has officially declared not to exist. The novel ends, I won't say how, because the ending is the kind of thing you should encounter for yourself, by demonstrating that the legal fiction doesn't hold. That what was erased keeps returning. Not through the law. Despite it. In private acts of naming.

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4) Why This Isn't Only Fiction

The history of law is partly a history of who counts as a person. Roman law distinguished between persona (legal subject) and res (thing). Slaves were res. They could be owned, transferred, destroyed. The violence inflicted on them was not a violation of the law. It was consistent with it, because the person to whom the violence was done did not legally exist as a person.

Hannah Arendt, writing about statelessness after the Second World War, described the loss of legal status as the loss of the right to have rights. Once you are outside the legal category of person, there is no mechanism by which harm done to you can be addressed. There is no legal subject to address it to. The harm is real. The suffering is real. But legally, it is invisible, because visibility, in the law, requires a subject, and the subject has been administratively removed.

This is not a closed chapter. Look at what is happening to the Palestinian people: not only a biological erasure (let's call it what it is and what it is is a genocide), but also a legal and linguistic one, a sustained effort to reclassify their suffering as something other than harm done to persons, to remove them from the category of subject to whom protection is owed. When the vocabulary of personhood is contested, eroded, or simply not applied, the crimes committed become, in Bazterrica's precise word, higiénicas. Clean. Administrable. Legal. The suffering is still there. It simply loses its address. And without an address, the law has nowhere to send a remedy.

Bazterrica is working squarely in that tradition. She is asking: what if we did this systematically, transparently, with the full force of a functioning state apparatus? Not as a crime. As a law. Her answer is the world of the novel, which is to say, a world that is not entirely fictional.

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5) The Verdict

We tend to think of law as something that responds to harm: that identifies it, names it, remedies it. Bazterrica's sharpest claim is the reversal of that assumption: what happens when the law is not the remedy, but the prior act that makes harm invisible in the first place? What happens when the law is the thing that prevents the naming?

The answer is Marcos's sleepless nights, a man who knows the word for what he is seeing, who can think it privately but cannot say it out loud, who is the only person in his world carrying the cognitive weight of a reality the law has officially declared not to exist.

The answer is also Jasmine. Because Boyd White says that legal language is not separate from social life, it is part of it. What Bazterrica adds is the darker corollary: if legal language can construct community, it can also destroy it. And the rebuilding, when it comes, has to start with a word.

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6) Is This Book For You?

Read this if you:

♡ Can engage with horror as philosophical argument ♡ Are interested in how language constructs — and destroys — moral reality ♡ Want a short book that stays with you for years ♡ Appreciate restraint and precision over spectacle ♡ Don't need to like a book the first time to find it important the second

Skip this if you:

♡ Are looking for emotional warmth ♡ Need catharsis at the end ♡ Read horror for atmosphere/jumpscared rather than ideas ♡ Are in a sensitive place with themes of violence and bodily autonomy

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7) Trigger Warnings

This book contains graphic depictions and themes of:

♡ Animal death / mass extinction ♡ Body horror ♡ Child loss / grief ♡ Death ♡ Dehumanisation ♡ Forced captivity and breeding ♡ Graphic slaughter ♡ Infant death ♡ Mental illness / dissociation ♡ Physical and sexual violence ♡ SA / non-consensual situations ♡ Suicide ♡ Systemic violence and state-sanctioned harm

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OG review: This is so weird because I know for a fact that i read this book but it isn't here?? I think I gave it 3 or 4 stars. given how short it is, I may re-read it bc, wtf. kaakak I even remember the ending and the fact de que lo leí en español. o.O