Kimberly King Parsons sings the lushest, cruelest, kindest, weirdest, darkest and most hilarious songs on paper; I want to hang these sentences in my house and admire them like the interdimensional multisensory illuminated artworks they truly are. We Were the Universe is a grief-and-lust-and-breastmilk saturated psychedelic journey, a story told in the eternal present of an acid trip and the spiraling everyday life of a young Texan mother, pushing her daughter’s stroller around an unspeakable loss. This novel is a tonal masterpiece, a record I want to spin forever, and I feel so lucky that I can return to its deep magic.
—Karen Russell, Pulitzer Prize-finalist author of Swamplandia!

With psychological perspicuity and psychedelic inventiveness, Kimberly King Parsons reveals the shapeshifting nature of grief, the wiliness of desire, the fluidity of linear time, and the truth that what begs to be felt will always find a way to be felt.
—Melissa Broder, author of Death Valley

A wrenchingly honest novel, full of dark wit and feral delight, about a new mother navigating the trippy, uncharted wilderness between love and grief.
—Jenny Offill, New York Times-bestselling author of Weather and Dept. of Speculation

To read Kimberly King Parsons is to fall in love with the world and all its absurdities. Much like the psychedelics her narrator adores, Parsons's prose is mind-altering—she takes the mundane, dust-sized details of daily existence and expands them into sparkling, technicolor constellations of the human condition. We Were the Universe is horny, wickedly funny, brutal in its exploration of motherhood and loss, the difficulty of keeping yourself from living in the past. At its core though, Parsons’s debut is achingly tender, beautiful and comforting in its assertion that coming of age is a lifelong process.
—Jean Kyoung Frazier, author of Pizza Girl

Parsons is a remarkable talent. She sees right into the maw of the flawed humans who live in her worlds, which is to say, she spies the humanity in all of us. Plus, she’s a prime prose stylist, one whose language never dips below flat-out amazing.
—Mitchell S. Jackson, Pulitzer Prize-winning author of The Residue Years and Survival Math

Sexy, exuberant, hilarious, and deep, We Were the Universe is a major proclamation by America’s highest caliber fiction stylist, a page-turning voyage into the churning waters of early motherhood and lurking grief. Parsons spares us not a single line, a single word, and beat by beat creates a cosmic music that soars past our expectations of the form, landing us somewhere utterly new. This book is its own trip, one I’d gladly take again and again, finding new meaning each time. Utterly breathtaking to the final moment.
—Chelsea Bieker, author of Godshot and Madwoman