Further Out Than You Thought, the debut novel from August Indie Next Pick author, Michaela Carter, burns as vividly and savagely as the rioting Los Angeles it describes, blazing with light- and life-filled characters, acrid with smoke and sweet as orange blossoms.
Lyrical and illuminating, Carter’s novel takes the reader on a sensual, visceral, empathetic journey into the whole wide world of Gwen, a young woman working in a seedy strip club near the airport, caught in the crossroads between a substandard relationship with her stoned, daydreaming musician of a boyfriend, Leo, her newly discovered and unexpected pregnancy, and her choice to either remain head-deep in the present, or to let the currents of her life sweep her into the future.
Gwen and Leo share an apartment filled with marijuana smoke, dirty dishes, roaches, and the disheveled papers of Gwen’s haphazard attempts at becoming a poet. Joined by their neighbor and mutual friend, Count Valiant, a proud and beautiful queer man ravaged by AIDS and drowning in alcohol, the trio of anti-heroes becomes witness to decay, disappointment, destruction, and transformation, both within the confines of the city, and within themselves. When the Rodney King riots strike Los Angeles, the three find themselves in a burning city, explosive with too-long-contained rage. Each yearns for liberation in the flames, a cleansing and a rebirth. Surrounded by gasoline and car fires, cigarettes, marijuana, and booze, the stench and mystery of Tijuana, the sweetness of strawberries, the unsympathetic, unyielding waves of the Pacific, and the promise of life born young and new, each character will find their resolution.
Carter is stunning in her debut, charging the atmosphere with the raw and beautiful, revealing transformation on every page. Her words are poetry, bringing forth layers of meaning, heavy with symbolism and genuine in their examination of humanity. She’s a literary voice to be celebrated, her work enjoyed as a physical experience. The book will leave grit beneath your fingernails and smoke in your hair, but you’ll walk away from it refreshed, remembering the salt-tang of the ocean and the perfume of citrus.