When I wasn’t reading it, it seemed almost to beckon me like a half-curled hand, both pleading and accusatory. For the past 24 hours, there was nothing worth the investment of my time more than reading this book. My experience of reading Real Life was like a crush, an obsession, a compulsion. Real Life is a novel of profound and lacerating power, a story that asks if it’s ever really possible to overcome our private wounds, and at what cost.
But over the course of a late-summer weekend, a series of confrontations with colleagues, and an unexpected encounter with an ostensibly straight, white classmate, conspire to fracture his defenses while exposing long-hidden currents of hostility and desire within their community. For reasons of self-preservation, Wallace has enforced a wary distance even within his own circle of friends-some dating each other, some dating women, some feigning straightness. An introverted young man from Alabama, black and queer, he has left behind his family without escaping the long shadows of his childhood. A novel of startling intimacy, violence, and mercy among friends in a Midwestern university town, from an electric new voice.Īlmost everything about Wallace is at odds with the Midwestern university town where he is working uneasily toward a biochem degree.
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