The house breathes. The house contains bodies and secrets. The house is visited by ghosts, by angels that line the roof like insects, and by saints that burn the bedsheets with their haloes. It was built by a smalltime hustler as a means of controlling his wife, and even after so many years, their daughter and her granddaughter can't leave.
Wonderfully bizarre and ceaselessly creepy ... This is an exceptionally gloomy tale of anger and isolation, filled with strangeness, and delivered with sharp and fast prose.
Sophisticated ... Martinez breathes new life into the classic haunted house motif through her vivid exploration of generational trauma, violence, misogyny, and class.
