Before me, separated by 600 miles and a glitching video call, is Brandon Taylor. Behind him is his library of books, ensconced on his bookshelves, in a stack on his coffee table, enjoying the late-morning sun pouring in from the windows along their spines. Our conversation has been littered with references to Alexander Chee, Samanta Schweblin, Lauren Groff, and Karl Ove Knausgaard, among others. It takes no time at all for me to know this is a person who loves the written word in its various forms—from the classics to fan-fiction, literary fiction to romance novels. “Beverly Jenkins,” he says, “so amazing. What an icon.”
We’ve just been discussing the necessity of kindness one must offer oneself when you’re no longer writing in the dark but writing in the public. It’s a lesson he learned after the meteoric success of his first novel, Real Life. Published weeks before mass shutdowns in the early months of 2020, he assumed the book would be received quietly. “It’s about a scientist in the Midwest; nobody really cares about that,” he says. And yet, his modest expectations for his work were to be proved wrong, with the book receiving universal acclaim and reviews in The New Yorker online, Time magazine, The Washington Post, and The New York Times. It was unexpected, at times a dream come true and at other times a discombobulating unreality. And just as all seemed to be settling down, it was announced that Taylor was one of the six authors shortlisted for the 2020 Booker Prize. Suddenly, he found himself on British radio several times a week and attending countless Booker Prize events.
The experience was at once thrilling and overwhelming, combined with a global pandemic which left him spending much of his debut year alone in his apartment and developing a panic disorder. “It was just very challenging and very surreal and very strange, even as it was very exciting,” he says. Since, he’s learned the act of inner kindness. “As I’ve
