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395 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 31, 2023
Black queer men have been compartmentalising, proportioning their identities all their lives. Over here, we’re made to navigate our lives in ways that obliterate our queerness. Over there, your Blackness is at stake, to be swallowed and limited and constrained. In all cases, we’re practicing that dance of self-preservation, dancing, or rather, dangling at the edge of the oppressor’s canines.
How do you begin a murder story starring a curious foreigner and an opportunistic local without giving away the entire plot—who died and why? You start with the obvious villain.
“Which is why I'm not a big fan of auto-fiction, you know? All these writers confessing to things that'll get them thrown in jail, or worse, cancelled. But there's auto-fiction immunity now, blanket impunity to anyone who dresses crimes as fiction. So tell me why, Kobby, do you think auto-fiction will work well in a newspaper that puts out hard facts? … All I'm saying is, if you've got a novel in you, write it, but this is not the kind of stuff we publish here…”