Dizzying debut by Lucila Grossman, a novel always on the edge that crosses cyberpunk and trash science fiction to tell the story of a hallucinated Virgin Mary of the 21st century who, after becoming pregnant and giving birth — all in less than 24 hours — to a monstrous and transparent being, communicates with him through an app on her mobile phone.
Grossman's work, narrated at full internet and hyperlink pace, overflowing with telepathic aliens, grotesque hallucinations, and labyrinthine obsessions, addresses the impossibility of truly connecting with any other human being in what is supposedly the most connected world in history.
Terminal Maps is a one-way journey to that place where the New Flesh has never stopped mutating, now turned into a virtual entity, and where concepts like body and self have ceased to have any meaning.
How to explain to dogs that my wrists burn (the illuminations of fury should have already quieted) and my head still braids a volcanic tiktik. I open my eyes and in each pupil a reptile, torn from the water, its roots half veins, wanting to move, invert the landscape.
