In Los Angeles, a rat skitters across a woman’s roof and into her psyche, prompting an obsessive investigation of her lost memories, a forgotten history of gay bars and group sex, socialist colonies and rent, rape, and the transgression of true romance. From the author of the cult classic, I Have Devoted My Life to the Clitoris, comes a mysterious meditation steeped in sex and the high style of Hollywood noir: Elizabeth Hall’s SEASON OF THE RAT.
A singular talent.
—Allie Rowbottom
I didn't want this book to end.
—Charlotte Shane
—Charlotte Shane
Erotic and astute.
—Alina Pleskova, Zona Motel
—Alina Pleskova, Zona Motel
I'm fully sold on Elizabeth Hall's seductive, sun-bleached vision.
—Anna Dorn
—Anna Dorn
Deeply researched, smart, insightful...only Elizabeth Hall could draw out the romantic, murine metaphor of the rat
—Kristen Sanders, Full Stop
—Kristen Sanders, Full Stop
A genuine marvel—a work that, like the creature in its title, defies easy categorization and that also, like the rat, demands our stunned attention.
—Travis Woods, Southwest Review
—Travis Woods, Southwest Review
A literary powerhouse in the making.
—Aiden Brown, X-Ray
—Aiden Brown, X-Ray
I found solace in these pages.
—Brittany Ackerman, Write or Die
Who else but Elizabeth Hall could bring such eroticisim to ecocriticism.
—JoAnna Novak
—JoAnna Novak
Hall allows us to scour the trash bind of her quotidian existence.
—Vi Khi Nao
—Vi Khi Nao