In a modern London, two people meet. Friends, at first, a deep friendship. Maybe they both want more but - told in the second person - we know that our narrator has layers and layers of emotion and trauma that must be peeled back. As a British-Ghanian photographer, our narrator takes us through his feelings, through the motions of navigating this crucial relationship while also being a Black man in a place where being Black means you are never truly seen for what you are. For such a short novel, there is so much here, so much depth - I had to read slowly, pen in hand, to process his raw sensations and moods. Here is the release of the arts: music, photography, dance. Here is Black culture, Black joy and Black pain and all of it through the lens of our narrator whose words are so poetic that they are lyrical.
The only reason I am giving it 4.5 stars is because it really was a slow read for me. I wanted to read it because it is truly beautiful and made me THINK and FEEL but it is more of that than it is plot so it wasn't a page turner. SO worth reading though, just for the beauty of the words and the depth of the feelings within these few pages.
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