BITE-SIZED REVIEW: Our Share of Night by Mariana Enriquez

“I don’t know if I can leave you something that isn’t dirty, that isn’t dark, our share of night.”

I am hopelessly enthralled by the magical realism that’s been around for the better part of a century now. I’d never ask back the hours I’ve spent slavering over stories by Gabriel García Márquez, Haruki Murakami, and anything by Isabel Allende. If magical realism were a drug, I’d go full Stevie Nicks on it—rectal applications and all.

Likewise, reviewer…