Ted Ely
“I haven’t yet read much about how two boys can love and hate and abuse each other. Kiss deep while all the while kicking each other in the shins,” Joseph Osmundson writes in his plaintive, fragmented, and very dirty mini-memoir Inside/Out.
The book reads more like nonfiction poetry than memoir (some chapters are only five words long, and none are longer than three pages), but it depicts the true story of a poor white guy from Washington State (the narrator) and his obsession with Tariq, a black guy from a middle-class family (“beautiful, tall, easy, charming, stylish”) who he dates and fucks and fights with in New York City.
Here’s a representative paragraph:
