Wallace has spent his summer in the lab breeding a strain of microscopic worms. He is four years into a biochemistry degree at a lakeside Midwestern university, a life that’s a world away from his childhood in Alabama. His father died a few weeks ago, but Wallace didn’t go back for the funeral, and he hasn’t told his friends – Miller, Yngve, Cole and Emma. For reasons of self-preservation, he has become used to keeping a wary distance even from those closest to him. But, over the course of one blustery end-of-summer weekend, the destruction of his work and a series of intense confrontations force Wallace to grapple with both the trauma of the past, and the question of the future.
Deftly zooming in and out of focus, Real Life is a deeply affecting story about the emotional cost of reckoning with desire, and overcoming pain.
‘Brandon Taylor’s genius lies in the elaboration of ever more revelatory gradations of feeling; in his extraordinary debut he invents new tools for navigating the human dark in which we know one another.’ ‒ Garth Greenwell, author of What Belongs to You
‘One of the finest fiction debuts I’ve read in the last decade ‒ elegant and brutal.’ ‒ Esmé Weijun Wang, author of The Collected Schizophrenias
‘There is writing so exceptional that it demands reverence. Brandon Taylor writes so powerfully about so many things ‒ the perils of graduate education, blackness in a predominantly white setting, loneliness, desire, trauma, need.’ ‒ Roxane Gay, author of Bad Feminist
‘Real Life asks questions many of us shy from . . . Amid the flurry of new novels drifting down like so many balloons, Real Life is the one weighted with confetti.’ – Paris Review
‘Luminous, from the very first sentence to the last . . . a stunning novel that won’t be easily forgotten.’ – Electric Literature