The Photographer's Truth

If you enjoy a strong narrative voice, writing that's almost poetic without being precious, and a story that despite it's specificity can be pretty universal, read this book. At 43 Ian is suddenly confronted with a part of himself he'd hidden away, not because he was ashamed but because it was easier to follow the path of least resistance. That path has had it's rewards, however Ian is just coasting, not really present in his own life, and he doesn't even know it. He exists in a sort of permanent low-key. All of that changes when he goes to Paris for a work assignment and meets Luca Sparks. Each flips a switch in the other and afterward neither will be the same.I don't want to give much away, though this is no murder mystery, but I dove in pretty blind, just trusting Jan's review and I'm glad I did. I will say that for those looking for the usual MM tropes & beats this isn't that, because this isn't an MM romance, more like gay fiction. It's Ian's inner voyage of discovery, about who he is as a person, and as a man. Being in his head is a treat because of and not despite all his foibles, dithering, and failings. He's a fully realized character who's company I enjoyed immensely, precisely because of his sometimes glaring flaws and at times astounding obliviousness. I really liked how [a:Ralph Josiah Bardsley 14439629 Ralph Josiah Bardsley https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1444191301p2/14439629.jpg] used photography and different photographers to illustrate how we see the world and ourselves in it and all you need to know about this story is there in black & white in Robert Mapplethorpe's Couple Dancing. It's like a précis for this story as a whole and each part is suitably encapsulated by the work of another photographer. I'm pretty certain this isn't a perfect book, there were things I wanted more of, and things I could've done without but ultimately this quote captured my mood trying to extend a relatively short read because I wanted to remain as long as possible in that world:“Each step I took that morning felt like a step towards the wrong end of a story I didn't want to finish reading.”