Kate Gale w/Carlos Allende

Acclaimed poet Kate Gale (The Loneliest Girl) and novelist Carlos Allende (Coffee, Shopping, Murder, Love) will be at The Book Catapult on Wednesday, August 10 at 7:00pm to discuss and sign their latest books.

Kate Gale is co-founder and Managing Editor of Red Hen Press, Editor of the Los Angeles Review, and she teaches in the Low Residency MFA program at the University of Nebraska in Poetry, Fiction and Creative Non-Fiction and in the Ashland, Ohio MFA Program. Carlos Allende is a media psychology scholar and has written two previous novels: Cuadrillas y Contradanzas and Love, or the Witches of Windward Circle. He teaches in the Writers’ Program at UCLA Extension and lives in Santa Monica with his husband.

About The Loneliest Girl: Who was more alone than Medusa? Raped in Athena's temple, transformed into a monster, and banished into a cave, Medusa may be the ultimate example of victim blaming. In The Loneliest Girl, Kate Gale creates a powerful alternative narrative for Medusa and for all women who have carried guilt and shame - for being a woman, for not being enough, for being a victim. She offers a narrative in which women are the makers of the world - in which women find their way out from the cave of the Cisthene and into a world where they determine their own destiny.

About Coffee, Shopping, Murder, Love: Last November, I found a dead body inside the freezer that my roommate keeps inside the garage. My first thought was to call the police, but Jignesh hadn’t paid his share of the rent just yet. It wasn’t due until the thirtieth, and you know how difficult it is to find people who pay on time. Jignesh always does. Also, he had season tickets for the LA Opera, and well... Madame Butterfly. Tosca. The Flying Dutchman... at the Dorothy Chandler... you cannot say no to that, can you? Well, it’s been a few good months now - Madame Butterfly was just superb, thank you. However, last Friday, I found a second body inside that stupid freezer in the garage. This time I’m evicting Jignesh. My house isn’t a mortuary... alas, I need to come up with some money first. You’ll understand, therefore, that I desperately need to sell this novel. Just enough copies to help me survive until I find a job... what could I do that doesn’t demand too much effort? We have a real treasure here, anyhow. Some chapters are almost but not quite pornographic. You could safely lend this to nana afterward!