The Outgoing tackles a lot of things that are hard to look in the eye: addiction, grief, purpose, and, the most scandalous of them all, murder. It does so immediately, with sincerity and weight, and then posits: what drags one out of the darkness? What redeems a man who no longer has and, therefore, no longer wants for himself?
As a story, it’s distinctly human. Taking us from our depravity to our unintended salvation, and always allowing for the ebbs and flows between the two. Camaraderie and compassion glow in an absurd, dark world obscured by evil. Never ridding the world of its inherent problems but offering reasons and moments enough to trivialize them. There are laughs, reprieves, and ah-ha’s. There are backwoods and beaches. For each friend, there’s a demon, and they prove powerful enough in their own rights to continue turning the page, almost subconsciously.
I’d recommend The Outgoing to anyone, knowing everyone will find glimpses of themselves in its pages. Michiganders and people who’ve lived enough to see and experience a thing or two, notwithstanding.