So what’s drawing me to him?” There’s something there, something that drew Mohammed too. I was like, “I shouldn’t be loving this very British middle-class guy. I also loved Forster’s work, and felt a little bit guilty falling in love with him, because he’s not too radical, he’s not Black. It made me very curious about how one has an authentic relationship with all of these things going on that are barriers to intimacy in many ways. I wondered how that relationship worked with all these differences: class, race, almost everything is different except for sexuality, and even that would be different was never declared gay because he had a wife. And I said, “Wow, that’s really interesting that this very British buttoned-up guy - part of the canon of Western literature - had this crazy love affair with this Black Egyptian guy.” Later on, I read about his relationship with Mohammed. Forster was very middle-class, very buttoned-up, very British, and then he has this surprising other stuff: he’s gay. This guy in England, an older white man, seemed like part of a different world.
I grew up in the Bahamas, bridging the time between when we were a British colony and. Forster was something that was always up on the bookshelves. When I was young, my mom was an English teacher and E. It seems to mix genre: it’s fiction, it’s written almost like it’s memoir, and sometimes the protagonist goes off on a sort of an essay. It’s a novel about a novelist writing a novel written by a novelist. What sparked the idea for this novel? Was it always going to have a narrative within a narrative?
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