A work of autofiction ยท coming soon
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni
Author's Note
Some moments have stayed with me my entire life.
Others have faded, blurred together, or disappeared.
No version would be exact.
This is the story I'm choosing to tell.
— Obadiah Jude Arthur
About the book
June 9, 1989. A car pulls up at a T stop in Brookline. His father gets out, says almost nothing, and tells him to get in. By the end of that ride, someone else has decided who Obadiah Arthur is going to be — and it takes him half a lifetime to find out whether they were right.
What follows isn't a straight line. It circles back on itself for thirty years — relapse, reinvention, and a label he spends most of his adult life either living up to or trying to outrun.
Straight: A Life in Circles is a work of autofiction — a novel built from a real life, with the freedom to shape what memory alone couldn't hold — about the identity other people hand you before you're old enough to refuse it, and the much longer work of deciding which parts of it were ever true.
77 chapters. One epilogue that took thirty years to write.
From the book
“Hi Obie, love ya Obie.” The sound was attacking, sharp and sudden. It wasn't mocking. It wasn't kind either. It was loud, unified, rehearsed, like a military salute.From Chapter Fifteen, “Love Ya, Obie”
I needed something. Needed her voice. Needed her wings.From Chapter Twenty-Seven, “First Night”
I waited for the shift. For the grin to turn mean. For the room to tilt.From Chapter Forty-Two, “Obie the Arts”
Violence had become the language of the room.From Chapter Sixty-Five, “In the Mouth of Madness”
Also in the works
Straight: A Life in Circles is being recorded for audio. Check back here for the release, or email the author to be notified when it's ready.
Advance readers
The book is finished. Before it goes to publishers, I'm looking for a small number of early readers willing to read it and, if it moves you, say so somewhere honest.