HOLY MOTHER OF *#^%*. And when I say Holy Mother, of course I’m referring to Agustina Bazterrica Patron Saint of Horror. Tender is the Flesh is a unique and horrifying story blessed upon us from Bazterrica and The Unworthy is truly worthy of standing right next to Tender in the hall of fame of fucked up-ness. 

The Unworthy takes us on a journey of total cataclysms and what can stem from that complete destruction. Think, the worst religious cult that stems from a decimated world, a true apocalypse and you just start to scratch the story of The Unworthy. 

I don’t want to delve too deeply into the plot but surprisingly this was a story of love. If you read this you may be thinking I’m completely batshit by saying that, but stay with me. What happens when you lose complete hope in everything including humanity? The full rot and desolation of humanity is on full, sickening display here but is also the thing that may well save us all. 

We get a disturbing display of events written in the blood of one of our “unworthy” and while there’s about one singular character who is likeable, the desperation and total destruction has you begging for any glimmer of hope. Bazterrica withholds and withholds, but I do have to say it felt like relief finishing this short novel.  There are certain authours that change your DNA with their writing and just like Tender is the Flesh, this story will stick with me, whether I like it or not, forever.