Of course, I loved Laura. I loved her my whole life. At least, as much of it as I can remember. And I guess, then, only most of it. But I loved her. And I didn’t kill her. Don’t get me wrong, I killed that girl. It wasn’t Laura. The best that I can gather is, the best that I imagine is, the best that I can reason is, that when, that thing, I did do it, Laura died. "Every human being in MUSOS has the flesh of every other human being in their stomach. To read MUSOS is to taste their unctuous gorge." – John Trefry, author of PLATS “A masterful exploration of obsession, tortured self-consciousness, and the transcendent allure of murder, which can be suppressed for a time but never overcome. At once philosophically expansive and physically relentless, Elsby has given us a first-person narrator as slippery as the best of Nabokov's, and an arena of violence as unflinching as the best of the New French Extremity, all of which somehow coalesces into a poignant story of true love.” – David Leo Rice, author of The New House "MUSOS is the most damning and incisive portrait of humanity and selfhood I've ever encountered. It is somehow operatically grandiose and entirely stripped-down. Elsby is the rare soul who can channel darkness and transform it. I will never, ever forget hearing her read the concluding pages of this book aloud. Its power radiates; it is more force than book." – Lindsay Lerman, author of What Are You “Sartre says hell is other people, Wittgenstein says it’s yourself. In Musos, Charlene Elsby confronts something more we desire the hell in others.” – Andrew J. Wilt, author of Age of Agility and founder of 11:11 Press