
Amnesia
by He Glaze
About This Novel
Sensory suspense × family epic × taste fantasy × memory ethics "If memory was a taste that could be savored, would you dare to swallow your truth?" The women in our family have an uncanny ability to transform memories into preserveable flavors. Grandma's youth was pickled into sour plums, my mother's marriage was boiled into caramel, and my aunt's divorce was made into bitter melon stuffed with meat. Since I was seven years old, I have not been allowed to touch any "memory jars" because I suffer from severe memory allergies. As long as you taste other people's memories, you will vomit, have a fever, and get hives all over your body. Until my grandmother passed away, I found a jar of pickled plums deep in her refrigerator with a label that read "Spring 1968." I defied the order and took one, tasting: The smell of tobacco on the fingers of the educated youth she secretly loves The smell of river water mixed with diesel during the flood season in the Yangtze River And... A bloody rust smell that doesn't belong to her? That night, my whole body was covered with transparent taste buds, each screaming the same strange memory. The doctor pointed to the X-ray and said: Thirty-seven undigested memory candy pills from different lives are sleeping in my stomach.
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