Celeste Price is the unholy ice queen of unreliable narrators.
“I came to America when I was 14. My mother told me that books were too heavy to bring, and I had this crazy idea that I’d never be able to replace them, so I copied all my favorite Russian poems by hand.”
“Marie Calloway is a beautiful name, a literary pseudonym, a semi-fictional character, an emotional persona, and to some people, a terror or a bore. I get both of those descriptors—her stories are intense, at times harrowing, and her writing style is a strange mix of flat and red-raw. I can’t say this novel is a joy to read, but I can say it’s an unforgettable experience that I’m glad I had. It made me uncomfortable in the best possible ways.”