Megan Hunter's The End We Start From Wins Editor's Choice Prize for Fiction
The winners of the 2017 INDIES Awards were announced on Friday afternoon and that popping sound you heard was sixty-four Gold medalists cracking open bottles of vintage Champagne. The INDIES judges and editorial committee go a step further than announcing Gold, Silver, and Bronze medals. Every year they also award $1000 to an Editor’s Choice Prize-winning book from the more than 900 fiction entrants. This year’s winner is The End We Start From, a spectacular debut by Megan Hunter and Grove Press.
We strongly encourage you to add this cli-fi masterpiece to your personal bookshelf or library’s collection—-you won’t be disappointed. Here’s Michelle Anne Schingler’s review for Foreword Reviews:
In Hunter’s poetic post-apocalyptic novel, meditations on what has been lost are heartrending in their clarity.
Poetic and succinct, Megan Hunter’s The End We Start From is an etiological exercise for a climate-changed world—a post-apocalyptic novel in which current human mistakes are followed forward to dismaying ends.
An expectant mother initiates the narration, planning a beautiful entrance for her child with R—there is no emotional budget for full names at the end of everything—despite rising tides and the imminent possibility that they will have to flee their new couple’s nest. Nothing is as simple as a calm water birth, though, particularly in a time when the sea is swallowing the land. Z is born into increasing chaos; his family is ripped slowly away, until only he and his mother remain together, vulnerable and ill-equipped to forge a future through a terrifyingly different landscape.
The power of Hunter’s story is both in its stark prose, which undulates and captures searing images as poems might otherwise do, and in the connection of its future to the past. Italicized bits of origin tales accompany forays into the unknown, and meditations on what has been lost are heartrending in their clarity and familiarity.
The narrator longs for R bodily when he disappears; her related memories to other “milk drippers” are as much of “how delicious his mouth was to me, like sweets” as they are of the tenuous life that the couple forged. Sharp memories become breaking points—and from them, marks from which to start out toward new places. Settings, from remote houses to islands to refugee camps, are rendered with precision, and prove to be a mixture of alien and familiar. Though the story is marked by incredible loss, the hope beyond the devastation is worth holding on for.
Hunter’s is an uncommon disaster tale—lovely, intimate, and foreboding.
—-Michelle Anne Schingler
Matt Sutherland
