Microcosm and Macrocosm: A Closer Look at Inside the Outside (GUEST POST)

Max Zaoui, a 35-year-old Frenchman living in the East of France, recently read my debut novel, Inside the Outside, and contacted me through Facebook to tell me how much he enjoyed it. It's the sort of message authors love, just an out-of-the-blue compliment from a complete stranger. Max is an English teacher by trade and a husband and father at home, so he doesn't have a whole lot of free time; the fact that he spent a portion of his leisure time reading my book, only to then take more time out to write me a kind message was flattering enough. But Max then told me he loved Inside the Outside so much that he could write a whole essay about it—and then he did.  Every author should be so lucky. So, without further ado, I present to you...

Microcosm and Macrocosm: A Closer Look at Inside the Outside 

by Max Zaoui

While reading Inside the Outside, I felt a kinship between this story and what Chuck Palahniuk can write: brilliant storytelling hiding universal truths under a shocking, violent and original surface layer. I did not understand how this novel could be deemed a horror story, as I've read here and there. To me, it's a literary achievement that doesn't need a label.

Martin Lastrapes' novel is a brilliant allegory, a book-long metaphor of the world we live in. It may not look like it at first sight, as we follow some kind of man-eating tribe living in a secluded place somewhere in the USA. Their customs may seem backward, arbitrary and cruel: everyone is trapped in the "compound," as their master/guru Daddy Marlow forbids going into the "Outside," which is considered evil; you can be sacrificed and eaten for even asking. Daddy Marlow can do everything he wants, while the rest of the tribe has to follow orders and shut up. He can impregnate every woman, while others can't have a normal relationship. You can't let your hair grow, because it's evil.

The Divinity of Feminine Reproach, which is the name of Daddy Marlow's compound, looks like a sect—a cult. Yet, when you think about it, his society shares common points with ours, or with any other in history: they have a strong and charismatic leader in Daddy Marlow (POLITICAL OR RELIGIOUS LEADER), a definite living space with frontiers (TERRITORY), a set of rules everyone must follow (LAW) or they can be severely punished (JUSTICE), a people split between those who're happy that way and those who dream of leaving (REVOLT). The Divinity is a microcosm (the "Inside"), which parallels the functioning of the world at large, the macrocosm (the "Outside").

In Jonathan Swift's classic novel, Gulliver's Travels, probably the most representative book using the microcosm/macrocosm pattern, the main character, Lemuel Gulliver, travelled the world and encountered foreign populations living along (for him) strange conceptions. This 18th century novel was a fierce attack on politics and religion, since every place he went was corrupted in its own way. Inside the Outside, with a title already hinting at the idea of micro and macrocosm, is both completely different and similar to Swift's work. Different in that the main character, a cannibal/murderer/lesbian named Timber Marlow, is the kind of "savage" Gulliver would have met along his trips in that she's not discovering the world, but rather she's trapped, like the others, in this jail-like compound. However, it's similar in the parallel anyone can draw between this world and ours, this microcosm and the world at large: it's a place where corruption touches and transforms everyone, where false beliefs and violent customs justify terrible decisions, where the power of a few is based on the ignorance and weakness of all the others, where lies and deceit are constant.

The story is presented as such by an omniscient narrator (I can't spoil it too much here, but let's just say this narrator is both "inside" and "outside") who sometimes addresses their reader, thus allowing for a metafictional aspect: from the beginning the reader knows he is reading a "story," something he may be allowed to doubt or question, even more so when sometimes the narrator admits that some parts are constructions.

Consider this excerpt from "Chapter Eight": "But the reality is, for all the many stories she can vouch for regarding the Divinity, what follows is a narrative completely of her imagination. As best as she can make sense of it, the story of Sissy Marlow probably proceeded as follows." There are even, as this excerpt shows, stories within the story (especially in "Part Two: The Outside"), another metafictional aspect.

The whole narrative appears then as a legend passed from one generation to the next, some kind of symbolical/mystical/philosophical myth that should not be taken literally. This is linked to the previous idea: many, if not all, conflicts in the history of mankind were linked with a literal reading of scriptures, a blind faith in words, whether they were spoken by a religious/political leader or written in a holy book.

The second part of the novel adds more flesh to the main character and to the others surrounding her. A clever mix of flashbacks and present, quite close to what Quentin Tarantino can do in his movies, allows for a better understanding of each one's evolution (or metamorphosis, a word used when a reference is made to Franz Kafka's novel, The Metamorphosis, at the beginning of "Part Three: The Fifth Year," in a very metafictional passage), of how they came to be what they are. The story becomes a kind of picaresque novel, a bildungsroman like Voltaire's Candide, only with multiple heads. It seems every character in Inside the Outside possesses a form of naïveté at first, but all are confronted with the world's corruption. They all have to adapt in one way or another (survival of the fittest), but no one is left unscathed, as if it was impossible to remain "outside" the "outside." Especially since every situation called for some form of transgression, be it cannibalism, sexuality (whether hetero or homo), murder, escape—all things meant to leave one form of evil, only to throw them back into another.

While Timber seems to represent humanity, a glimmer of hope and free will, she is nonetheless capable of murder, as Lastrapes alludes to when describing "the dark seed with charcoal branches around her heart." Leaving Daddy Marlow and the Inside will only send her to repeat the same things with another leader in the Outside: Joseph Goldstein—sort of putting the Inside inside the Outside. There's an unescapable fate at work here, a condemnation to repeat the same things over and over, as in Nietzsche's concept of the eternal return. Even Disneyland, often mentioned in "Part Three," looks like a reversed mirror, yet another microcosm (or a macrocosm in itself filled with microcosms) where make-believe reigns.

For so many of the characters in Inside the Outside, freedom looks out-of-reach, though it may just be a self-imposed limitation; an idea alluded to by Ginger Falls, one of the primary characters in the novel, when, during a conversation with Billy D. Luscious she tells him the story of how Houdini was once willingly trapped in a jail cell by a police officer who dared him to escape. When Houdini finally gave up, the police officer told him the cell was never locked.  All he had to do was walk out and he’d be free.

A Little Gaga Spillover

Contrary to what Google might have you think, I am not Lady Gaga.  So, if you’re a little monster who turned up on this website hoping to get your fill of Gaga, then you made a wrong turn. Just to be clear, my name is Martin Lastrapes and I am the author of Inside the Outside, the novel about the cannibal girl named Timber Marlow.

So, imagine my chagrin, when, just a few minutes ago, I, having decided to cater to my ego, did a Google search of “Inside the Outside” only to find the results page dominated by Lady Gaga. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, just a month and a half before I would publish my debut novel, Inside the Outside, MTV aired a documentary called Lady Gaga: Inside the Outside.

Before I get too far ahead of myself, I feel it’s worth mentioning that I have no beef with Lady Gaga.  In fact, I heard an interview with her on the Howard Stern Show, in which she comes off as not only genuinely talented, but bright and articulate. Having said that, I’ve never gone out of my way to listen to or avoid a Lady Gaga record.  From what I can gather, she has a certain showmanship that I can appreciate, even if I don’t always understand what she’s doing—say, for instance, when she dressed up as an egg at the 2011 Grammy Awards.

Anyway, I don’t want to get too far away from my point, which is: I’m not Lady Gaga.

I’m not saying it would be such a bad thing if I were.  She’s certainly enjoying the sort of creative and financial success that I would love to experience. But, suffice it to say, despite our non-related projects of the same name, I am not she. So, if you are one of Lady Gaga’s little monsters and you did, perhaps, in a drunken flurry of Gaga fever, buy my novel, Inside the Outside, under the pretense that it had any relation to the documentary, Lady Gaga: Inside the Outside, let me say thank you. I appreciate your support.

And really, when you think of it, Lady Gaga would probably enjoy my novel anyway.  Just the cover alone, I imagine, would pique her interest: a bald girl with a cleaver in one hand and a flower in the other, wearing only a tank top and nothing else.  For all you know, I could have just described Lady Gaga’s outfit for the 2012 Grammy Awards.  Hell, didn’t Lady Gaga dress up in a meat outfit at the 2010 MTV Video Music Awards?  The more I think about it, Google might be on to something.

Now, let me wrap this up by coming clean.  The sole purpose of this blog post (and, let’s face it, I’m sure at least a few of you have figured it out by now) is to try and weasel my way into the top of any Google search of “Inside the Outside.”  If Lady Gaga is already there and I have now mentioned Lady Gaga sixteen times, in conjunction with mentioning Inside the Outside eight times, then maybe—just maybe—I can enjoy a little Gaga (seventeen!) spillover.

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About My Musings

The primary goal of Inside Martin is to create a personal presence online where readers can get to know me better.  With that in mind, “My Musings” is going to be a section where I talk about what’s on my mind.  Because I’m a writer and publisher, my intention is to write mostly about writing and publishing. But, because I have a great many interests, some of which have little or nothing to do with writing or publishing, I will occasionally write about other things. From time to time, I will also include guest posts and interviews here. This will also be the place where I will write about my novel, Inside the Outside, keeping you up to date on things such as book signings and public readings.  And, should anything interesting happen during any of my public appearances, you can rest assured I will write about it here.  So, in all, “My Musings” will represent the great majority of thoughts and ideas floating around in my head, specifically the ideas that don’t fit neatly into one of my other two categories: "Books That Aren’t Mine" and "Misc. Prose."