| Summary: | This article examines three short stories by Clarice Lispector in order to discuss how they suggest a brutalist aesthetics that, although strange in her works, seems to pervade most of A Via Crucis do Corpo (1974), the book in which they were published. In its preface, Lispector reveals that a critic labelled her book as “trash” – and replies that “trash”, too, can be enjoyed; revising the features of a brutalist aesthetics, I contend that this “trash” is Lispector’s own experimentation with such aesthetics, one largely grounded on abjection and which mirrors the violence typically found in Brazil’s metropolitan underworlds.
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