In her memoir, Priestdaddy, Patricia Lockwood turns to prose. Her father became a Catholic priest when she was young, and Priestdaddy chronicles a period when she and her husband moved back home to live in a rectory with her parents.
At the start and end of every year, every major literary publication on the planet unfailingly publishes lists of books to read. All too often, I find myself searching through social media hashtags looking for books by Latinx poets and writers.
Gilt is an altar wrought in gold and black: to conflict; to tradition and its alienation; to the American South and the way it erodes the female body; to expectations and the dark ecstasy of falling short.