Let's Call It Paradise

In Domestic Apparition, Meg Tuite’s narrator opens the lid on a shoebox full of anonymous women–and reveals a trainwreck of Americana both familiar and fragmented from the forbidden lesbians and catholic school drama of the late 1960’s, maturing into a haunted and cynical adulthood. Tuite’s narrator is the clever camera eye that sees all, orbiting eclectic brothers, sisters, nuns, college roomates, corporate bosses and suicidal aunts with wonder, empathy and morbid fascination.