An instant classic of teenage self-discovery by prize-winning Nicola Barker, an “anarchic and lovingly perverse writer” (Ali Smith)
Summer, 1981. Medve, sixteen years old and six foot three in her crocheted stockings, is marooned in a semi-derelict hotel on a tiny island off the coast of Devon, England. There’s nothing to do but paint novelty mugs, dream of literary murders, and despair of her gothically unprepossessing family—including Mo, her sex toy–inventing mother; Poodle, her shamefully flat-chested sister; and four-year-old Feely, who wants to grow up to be a bulimic. Until one day a ginger-headed stranger arrives . . .
One of our most enjoyably unconventional contemporary writers, Nicola Barker, roots out the darkly surreal in a forgotten corner of the world. Five Miles from Outer Hope is a startling, luminous book, and Medve’s voice speaks bluntly from the heart, with results that are original and poignant.