Summary: <a href="https://i2.wp.com/www.davidnaimon.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/08/Screen-Shot-2018-08-07-at-8.36.15-AM.png">“</a>Lacey captures with eerie precision the strangeness of being a person in the world, living alongside other human beings with unknowable thoughts and feelings . . . Reading Lacey’s fiction feels like walking through a dark apartment in someone’s mind, full of winding hallways and unmarked doors. You never know quite where you are or where you’ll end up. Like the work of Clarice Lispector or Rachel Cusk, Lacey seems to be on the verge of inventing a new genre somewhere between prose poem and fugue state.”–Los Angeles Times<br>
