If I had to label this one, I would call it a dystopian, polyamorous romance. My cynical side comes out in the way I imagined a future we humans could possibly face as we continue to destroy and deplete the planet’s natural resources, and fight each other over the little that remains. But there is always hope, and there is always a heroine, and the best heroines are those who really don’t want to be. My hopeful side comes out in the way I imagined the restoration of the land once human interference has been removed. Nature always reclaims her own, and some people are content to let her do so. But sometimes contentment breeds apathy, and that is why we need a heroine to come along.
My city is just like every other city: derelict, decaying, enclosed by a great, gray dome. It is managed by a faceless authority and strictly controlled. We are born, live, and die inside its walls, safe from the vast nothing outside. War, they say, destroyed everything except the cities, and we are not to question why. Those of us who do question them run away—if we can—except there’s nowhere for us to go. For three long years I survived on the empty streets and back alleys of my city, searching for, but never finding, an exit. And then, one day it happened.
I got out and you won’t believe what I found.
Thea, over on thebooksugglers.com, read Every in Between and had good things to say about it. More importantly, she had good things to say about Every, a young woman who has lived in my head for well over a decade. Writing may appear to be a lonely craft, but it never is. It’s funny how we become attached to our imaginary friends. Every and I have argued with each other, we have delighted each other, we have discussed things like love and insects and the sun in the sky and why people do the things they do and become the people they become. We have debated the meaning of the word heroine; we have inspected the costs. Together we discovered that she really didn’t want to be one.
From the review:
…the thing that really makes Every In Between work is the titular character, Every herself. She’s resourceful and a survivor, but her most endearing quality is her desire to do the right thing, no matter what the cost to herself. This includes risking her newfound happiness, the friends she’s just made, and the freedom she’s only just discovered. Because how can she sit idly by when she knows there are so many other Orphans and so many other people suffering and dying in the City because they don’t “fit”? I like this defiance in the face of complacence very much – and it’s fodder for future stories in this world (which I dearly hope YellowBoy returns to).
I’ll just say it would be very easy to return to that world. Thank you, Thea! I’m glad you enjoyed Every’s story.