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Kalya - congratulations on an excellent piece of writing in the NYT. That I'm in a similar position - mid-twenties, just graduated in social anthropology, with CF - makes it all the more resonant. When I read pieces of writing like yours - a public explanation and embrace of the strange (and sometimes painful) normal/abnormal liminality of CF, which I feel I 'get' more than anyone without CF reading it - I have a strong urge to get involved with the 'CF community' you mention. The condition clothes itself in normalcy, promising a 'normal' life and then slowly taking every vestige of that normality away. Ironically, at the same time, the vagaries of cross-infection deny the 'sufferer' the opportunity to find solace with others similarly affected. So the idea of a kind of extended CF family seems such a warm and comforting thought; facing down CF's challenges with others in the same situation, taking them on together, 'Team CF'.

I'm not sure it's ever quite worked out for me that way, though. Because much as I enjoy the occasional repartee on the subject of sputum, I spend a lot more of my time doing things that I have in common with other people. Although all of us with CF have this enormous fact of a medical diagnosis in common with each other, CF is also an enigmatically diverse condition; and so everyone has different complications, and progresses differently. Add to that the inherent diversity of people, generally, and it means that we're about as mixed up as any other group might be. For me, it's not a binary 'in/out', 'pride/shame', 'abnormality/normality', or (respectfully) 'you/Thomas' thing. As you say: "the person I became was just one possible result"- on a continuum of possibilities.

All this said - I think if there was a CF community of people who wrote like you - I might be tempted to give it a go. Thank you, and keep up the great work!

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Gods final



A young boy wanders into the woods of Harlem and witnesses the abduction of his sister by a glowing creature. Forty years later, now working as a New York City homicide detective, Gus is assigned to a case in which he unexpectedly succumbs to a vision that Helen is still alive. To find her, he embarks on an uorthodox investigation that leads to an ancient civilization of gods and the people determined to bring them back.

In this colossal new novel from the author of The Metropolis Case, the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice collides with a new religion founded by three corporate office workers, creating something beautiful, illogical, and overwhelming. Part sex manifesto, part religious text, part Manhattan noir—with a dose of deadly serious, internet inspired satire—#gods is a sprawling inquest into the nature of faith and resistance in the modern world. With each turn of the page, #gods will leave you increasingly reborn.

Praise for #gods

“#gods is a mystery, an excavation of myths, an index of modern life, a gay coming-of-age story, an office satire, a lyrical fever dream, a conspiracy. One of the most ambitious novels in recent memory—and a wild, possibly transformative addition to the canon of gay literature—it contains multitudes, and seethes with brilliance.” —Mark Doten, author of The Infernal

“Matthew Gallaway’s #gods is a novel so brilliant, so funny, so full of strange and marvelous things, I couldn’t stop writing OMG WTF I <3 THIS SO MUCH in its margins. It’s rare to find a novel that so dazzlingly reinvigorates age-old meditations on faith and f&!*ing, art and eros. Luminous, enterprising, and sublimely cheeky, #gods tells the story, the myth, the dream of the human soul in all its glorious complexity.” —Suzanne Morrison, author of Yoga Bitch

“Matthew Gallaway’s storytelling manages to be both dreamy and serious; lean and luxurious. His words carry an incantatory power of mythic storytelling where beauty and savagery wrap around each other like bright threads in a gorgeous tapestry.” —Natasha Vargas-Cooper, author of Mad Men Unbuttoned: A Romp Through 1960s America

“If the ancient gods were just like us, only more so, then the same could be said for this strange, wonderful book, in which the mundane sorrows and small triumphs of very ordinary lives glow ever so slightly around the edges, sometimes quite literally. At once an oddly romantic send-up of dead-end office culture and an offbeat supernatural procedural, #gods is terrifically weird, melancholy, sexy, and charming.” —Jacob Bacharach, author of The Bend of the World

The Metropolis Case

'It’s to the credit of Matthew Gallaway’s enchanting, often funny first novel that it doesn’t require a corresponding degree of obsession from readers, but may leave them similarly transported: the book is so well written — there’s hardly a lazy sentence here — and filled with such memorable lead and supporting players that it quickly absorbs you into its worlds.'

-- The New York Times

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