My Husband Has a Pig’s Face, Yet in All of Gao Village, He’s the Most Human

On the day Tang Sanzang came to Gao Village to take my man away, the village set off three strings of firecrackers. Even my father went to the gate to see them off, grinning as if he’d just fetched a handsome price for a sale. I stood by the kitchen door, cradling the half-jar of pickled radishes he hadn’t been able to bring himself to finish the day before. For the first time, it occurred to me that the most inhuman thing in this world might not necessarily be my pig-faced husband.