A house echoes with the footfalls of wild men running behind the walls
in S. Whitney Holmes's debut collection, Room Where I Get What I Want.
Here in the house that is not a house, Holmes destabilizes the
architectural structure by relishing in the details: a German man builds
a mnemonic castle, a hero swallows a tulip bulb, and a woman opens a
book to place in its hollowed center a gun. Debating space and intimacy,
power and pleasure, Holmes constructs a spellbinding education as
erotically charged as it is dangerous.