Virgilio Piñera's Meat is one of my favorite short stories of all time. I just finished reading it for Latin American literature class, and was reminded that I wrote a reaction paper on it for an English class during my second semester in college.
So I looked for it. It's quite amusing. And the fact that I happened to remember and to reread it today is even more amusing.
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Humans, by nature, are self-centered. Being
self-centered is not a crime, since self preservation is a person’s duty to
one’s self, as Immanuel Kant’s logic establishes. Looking after one’s own interest is even
necessary to survive in this world of natural selection. Looking after the
interest of others comes in only second. The characters in “Meat” act
accordingly. They eat their own meat, not the meat of their fellow townsfolk. Mr.
Ansaldo decides to eat his own meat thinking of his own cravings, not the
cravings of other townsfolk. Only when someone knocks on his door does he share
his brilliant idea of eating his left buttocks. Mr. Ansaldo demonstrates how to
fillet one’s own flesh, but he does not serve them his own meat. It’s serve
yourself your own. You are responsible for your survival. Other people may help
you, but in the end it’s really all for one’s self. Thus, they decide that eating oneself is good
and follow the trend. Because their
precious nutrition is unavailable, they turn resourceful. In even more drastic
situations than meat shortage, like getting trapped under a collapsed building
(which already happened I just don’t remember where I read it from), they’d
drink their own urine and eat the flesh of their dead companions to not starve
to death. As grotesque as it may sound, humans would do whatever it takes to
preserve themselves.
Addiction is the state of psychological dependency
on something— on anything, not merely on drugs. When you’re psychologically
dependent on something, you feel as if you cannot live without your object of
addiction; but the truth is, you can. Objects of addiction range from video
games to certain food, from gambling to drinking and smoking, from sex to love,
or even people (which is very disturbing and very true). In the story, it is
meat. Since the townspeople feel like they can’t live without meat, they sacrifice
everything to obtain it. However, they are in denial. They do not want to admit
that their desire is already harming them. Addicts think they can stop anytime
they wanted but that is not the case. Like the over-400lbs obese who consumed
his entire reserve in just fifteen days—since he couldn’t resist snacking— when
his supply could have exceeded a year. Addicts are tremendously uncomfortable
whenever they withdraw from their addictions, sometimes with physiological
symptoms. This, I think, is just how the townsfolk in “Meat” felt during the
meat shortage. They could have stuck to a vegetable diet and lived. But they
don’t. The left buttock is, apparently, a more preferable cuisine. And here’s
where the irony comes in.
By continuing
consumption of their object of addiction, addicts think they’re doing themselves
a favor, when the truth is they’re not. Their perception of reality is altered
by their extreme want for their addictions. Thinking they’re preserving
themselves, they self destruct. The townspeople thought they’d function well if
they had their share of meat. Worrying that they’d die without meat, they ate
themselves.
submitted Jan 23, five years ago.
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