W. Clark Boutwell is a gentleman of a certain age who has spent most of the the time since he was nineteen-years-old learning to be a physician, practicing his craft, and teaching it to others.
In the middle of his seventh decade he was seized, as these things will happen to men of a certain age, with the conceit to write.
What was initially planned to be a short story (a large work for a novice writer) eventually morphed into a two book and then a three book series; Outland Exile and its companions.
To “use up” the OMAI world, at least two more books beyond that are anticipated.
He lives with his bride of 39 years (when he is not working and she tolerates him) in rural Alabama near Montgomery.
He is a believer, long distance hiker, traveller, climber, bad poet and worse wit.
You have been warned
The world is getting older.The world is getting younger.The United States is dead and the Democratic Unity killed it. After catastrophic wars and the Meltdown, The Unity rules from its East Coast citadel, leaving the outlands to savages and its strangely altered plants. Providing free health care, full employment, computerless surfing of its massive CORE, and rec drugs at quite reasonable prices, the Unity mandates retirement at forty before fatigue and error contaminate a culture of youth, innovation and vigor.
Seventeen-year-old Lieutenant Malila Chiu, is a veteran officer who, despite well-earned fame, finds her career in tatters. Vandalism at a distant "sniffer" station triggers her demotion. For her real and manufactured transgressions and facing denunciation . . . or worse, Malila's one option is to enter the outlands to repair the station herself. At first, the repairs go well.
Dropping from fatigue, she wakes to find a hideously ancient savage, Jesse Johnstone, has murdered her platoon and now holds a knife at her throat, making her the . . . Outland Exile.