A classic queer text of trauma, written by one of the most talented novelists of her generation.
The reason it’s never just once is the same reason money’s only a part of it. Most anyone can take or leave that, though they don’t think they can. The cover story of all time, that’s what money is. The excuse of excuses no one will question because they so much need to use it themselves.
Published by Doubleday in 1994, Heather Lewis’s chilling debut novel took place on the northeastern equestrian show-riding circuit, to which Lewis herself belonged in her teens. Expelled from boarding school, its fifteen-year-old narrator moves numbly through a world of motel rooms, heroin, dyke love, and doped horses.
Kirkus Reviews
found it “brutal, sensual, honest, seductive … a powerful debut,” while the
New York Times
found the book “grating and troublesome … it’s difficult to imagine a more passive specimen.”
Almost immediately, Lewis began writing
Notice
, a novel that moves even further into dark territory. The teenaged narrator Nina begins turning tricks in the parking lot of the train station near the Westchester County home of her absent parents. She soon falls into a sadomasochistic relationship with a couple. Arrested, she’s saved by a counselor and admitted to a psychiatric facility. But these soft forms of control turn out to be even worse. Writing in the register of an emotional fugue state,
’s helpless but all-knowing narrator is as smooth and sharp as a knife.
Rejected by every publisher who read it during Lewis’s life,
was eventually published by Serpent’s Tail in 2004, two years after her death. The book, long out of print, emerged as a classic queer text of trauma, written by one of the most talented novelists of her generation.