Hannah Calder’s first book is title More House, and boy, is it ever. More House than you can handle, that is.
The action in this book centres around when is a house a home, or not a home, or is it?
Calder’s prose circles around the absurdity of writing fiction, the absurdity of gender and the absurdity of character. Brutal in the way that being born a woman is brutal, and in the way that sexual assault is brutal, More House writes and re-writes abuse and love and sex and fairy tales against family narrative and film scripts.
Kathy Acker-esque but with more warmth and humour.
I endorse this book.