Our bodies are made up of our lived experiences. Wallace stopped just short of that point, the point at which the water wavered on the very cusp of the container that meant to hold it, the point at which things swell to an unbearable height before giving way, the point at which something must either recede or break and extend.” “The water level rose and rose until it was almost overflowing,” Taylor writes in a scene during which Wallace pours a glass of water. The accumulation of harm from microaggressions and an avoidance of grief hit a crescendo over the course of a weekend, during which Wallace and one of his ostensibly straight, white friends have a series of emotionally charged encounters. The only Black person in his friend group, Wallace is constantly navigating the literal and metaphorical waters of gatekeeping in the various social situations that populate his life. Wallace, the novel’s protagonist, is a Black queer man in a Midwestern university town, where he’s recently moved from Alabama to pursue his Ph.D in biochemistry.
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