First, I need to be completely honest and admit that I fangirl (can I make that a verb?) over Shaun David Hutchinson for his every book, tweet, and the one time that I have met him. I really hope–and have already suggested to him via Twitter–that he appears at #ILA17 or #NCTE17 to promote this book (and, if you do Mr. Hutchinson, I will re-introduce myself in a very professional lady-like way and ask for a picture with you, nothing weird). Violent Ends was the book that hooked me, followed quickly by The Five Stages of Andrew Brawley; those books captivated me with their original structures on top of their excellent story telling. At the Edge of the Universe is the first traditionally-constructed book by Hutchinson that I have read (sorry, Mr. Hutchinson, I haven’t read my copy of We are the Ants, yet).
The novel opens with the line: “I sat beside the window pretending to read The Republic as the rest of the passengers boarding flight 1184 zombie-walked to their seats” (1) only to have flight 1184 “tumble from the sky and crash into Southern Boulevard on the far side of the fence separating the runway from the road” after Ozzie had been perp-walked off the plane to stop him from running away. That event is not a spoiler, but it is indicative of the events that seem unlikely or random until the very end of the novel. In fact, I kept reading the novel because I wanted answers to the missing best friend/boyfriend and the shrinking universe, both described on the back cover, even thought at times I struggled to suspend my disbelief about both situations.
The pleasure of Hutchinson’s works is that the stories and the themes are worth the journey. After finishing all three novels, I was satisfied with the reality of the story but also wanting to reread the novel to fully appreciate the events and lines that I rushed over because I couldn’t connect the dots. I cannot provide more details about Edge because the whole is so much more than the pieces, and the individual pieces make the novel seem more science fiction-y than it is. But the cover is brilliant–and, no, there’s nothing wrong with the image; it is blurry in the center.
Ozzie’s journey is heartbreaking but understandable. It’s an overwhelming teenage angst; I’m sure some of my students have felt the same as Ozzie, but they would not have been able to put their feelings into the words that Hutchinson crafted. The ending is not neat nor easy (which is why I dislike much young adult lit), but it is hopeful; a wonderful message for teens. I am waiting for the right moment, a student who appears in the depths of despair, to press this book into that student’s hands and say, “You need to read this now. Trust me.” Every high school library, every young adult literature section, needs to include this novel in its collection.
I also want to commend Hutchinson for writing novels with LGBTQ protagonists and characters who are just like my LGBTQ students. I believe that these are mainstream novels that all my students can see themselves in regardless of sexuality and gender but ones that also comfortingly reflect the lives and concerns of LGBTQ students.
Finally, a big thank you to Simon Pulse/Simon & Schuster Children’s Publishing for providing this ARC at #NCTE16. I spotted the last copy and pounced on it like a child on Christmas morning. I embarrassingly gushed on about how much it meant to me to receive this copy to the (much younger than me) young lady who was manning the booth at that moment.