Tess McGeer

The text opens with a charming dramatis personae introducing us to six living schoolgirls and one schoolgirl newly deceased. The dead girl is Violet Kirsch. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Violet, this lithe and agile, dynamic girl, toppled…

Or maybe not. We can never know how clearly we are being seen by another, nor how clearly we have seen them. Undoubtedly, we contaminate one another. Autumn dawns and there is a party, a party game.

Having swiped my mother’s mass market paperback from her bedside, I read it while our babysitter smoked weed with her boyfriend outside.