GABRIEL
LUCATERO
FICTION, REVIEWS, AND REAL TALK.
The woman in the painting was waiting for me. I wasn’t going through anything when I read Rose Madder. No tragic breakup, no existential meltdown, no inner child clawing its…
Victor had always suspected his family would enjoy his funeral more than his birthday. What surprised him was receiving an invitation. It arrived on a Thursday, between an electricity bill…
I used to think self-hatred was a side effect of being self-aware. A tax you paid for looking in the mirror too long. Other people seemed able to make a…
I would like a second opinion on Dr. Miriam Gregory. My book club spent an hour discussing whether Dr. Miriam Gregory was a victim, a villain, or the kind of…