Beyond This Point Are Monsters

Fiction. Like a gothic teleplay by Gertrude Stein, filmed by Andy Warhol, and transcribed into a stunning lyrical novel by the very voyeuristic monster at its center, lustful in equal measure for the scintilla of soap opera set pieces and the two women—one master, one slave—trapped in an ever-shifting atmosphere of vamp and apprehension."Deep in this fabulous book someone says 'i watch to aid her loneliness.' The many meanings of that phrase suggest the glittering accomplishment, the rare morality of this book. I have never read a more gorgeous novel in which the beauty is all in the mystery, not in any solution."—Bin Ramke"In gorgeous sentences, Roxanne Carter translates the uncanny paradoxes of intimacy through shadow, ocean, ash. To read BEYOND THIS POINT ARE MONSTERS is to wake in a dream, from a dream, and realize you are in a room illuminated by darkness. Its enchantments are both important and a pleasure."—Selah Saterstrom