One night a satellite falls out of the sky and splits a girl in half. Disquiet Drive is a book scraped together from the shorn parts of a person who may no longer exist. Beginning with an admission that language and embodiment seem indistinguishable, yet refusing to claim a singular voice, the texts in this collection lurch between the fiery crucible of a transition and the weird jaggedness of our own continuity; between inverted memoir and prose-poetry; the raw, irrepressible lyric and the essay as an exercise in the art of digging-one’s-heels-in. Disquiet Drive is about undoing the words we’re handed so that language can survive, and undoing the body so that it can find a way to live.

'Disquiet Drive is restlessly exquisite. Hesse K’s writing vibrates with the quiet solar intensity of a planetary body that can’t be looked at directly: things slip, slink, snick and lick into each other, limning a gorgeous periphery where genre, past and future selves, follies, fossils and hormones collide. I can’t remember when I last read something as exhilarating, beautiful and deeply attuned to the implications and contradictions involved in struggling towards a bearable world, and the ‘undomesticated sensibility’ it requires of us.' — Daisy Lafarge