This novel by an Ecuadorian writer is available in an English translation, but I am not sure if I can recommend it. It’s not that Jawbone is bad. Parts of it are very talented. Ojeda is a promising writer. But she needs a lot of discipline and an authoritative editor.
The novel is not long, but it feels much longer than it is because some parts are very unnecessarily drawn out. Ojeda tries too hard to advance a political agenda, which makes about two thirds of the novel tortured and unnecessary.
Jawbone is about the sexual jealousy of mothers towards teenage daughters and the terrible effects this has on young girls. One could make that point and move on, but this writer decides to describe every perversion in which the girls engage in tedious, vomit-inducing detail. And then there is a teacher who suffered from her own sexually jealous mother and who decides to kidnap one of the girls and visit on her some extremely detailed, boring perversions.
But wait, there’s more. Sometime in the past, the teacher was in turn kidnapped by two other girls who tortured her and inflicted endless and similarly tedious perversions on her.
Don’t worry, there’s more where the above came from. The previous girls would get together with other girls, and they would inflict on each other—guess what?—yes, excruciatingly boring perversions.
And there is yet some more in the exact same vein. But I’ll stop now because even talking about these very detailed and boring perversions begins to feel like a variety of a boring perversion.
Again, it’s not all bad. Once you get past all the tedious perversions, there are several excellent, strong pages. Plus, the book was recommended to me because it would strengthen my argument in one of my chapters, and that is true. It most certainly will. But I rolled my eyes so hard and so often during reading that now my eyeballs hurt.
The most fun I had with this novel was when I was writing this review of it. I don’t interpret this as a good sign.




