Sour Fruit

Love can really eat you up…

Avni is done with the meaningless carousel of tame sex. Tender women repel her. Clumsy men disgust her. She needs more—things that make her flesh electric and fill the chasm created by her mundane job, her ex who died under unknown circumstances, and her sick aunt, whose diseased brain is swallowing memories and transposing facts.

Then there’s the sour fruit, the bad meat that she craves, a tender mouthful of earlobe or a delicate fingertip. She longs for something to make her feel full. Something more than all the meaningless sex and depravity. When she enters a new relationship with a couple, Avni’s needs begin to drive her to obsession. Could this be love again? But as we find out what really transpired with her ex, we’ll also discover what happens when love gets so all-consuming…

Sour Fruit probes the dark nature of power dynamics in sex and appetite pushing the stereotype of the greedy bisexual to its extremes, as well as dealing with the fetishization of women of colour. It’s a compulsive, unrestrained read appealing to those who enjoyed I’m a Fan by Sheena Patel, Boy Parts by Eliza Clark, My Sister, the Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite and the dissociative ennui of the narrator in My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh.