Tear

A reclamation of
female rage and a horrifyingly deformed Bildungsroman.



Frances is quiet and reclusive,
so much so that her upstairs roommates sometimes forget she exists. Isolated in
the basement, and on the brink of graduating from university, Frances herself
starts to question the realities of her own existence. She can't remember there
being a lock on the door at the top of the basement stairs--and yet, when she
turns the knob, the door won't open. She can't tell the difference between her
childhood memories, which bloom like flowers in the dark basement, and her
dreams. Worse still, she can't ignore the very real tapping sound now
coming--insistently, violently--threatening to break through her bedroom wall.




With the thematic
considerations of Mary Shelley and Shirley Jackson's work, and in the style of
Herta Müller and Daisy Johnson, Tear
is both a horrifyingly deformed Bildungsroman and a bristling reclamation of
female rage. Blurring the real and the imagined, this lyric debut novel
unflinchingly engages with contemporary feminist issues and explores the
detrimental effects of false narratives, gaslighting, and manipulation on young
women.