The Autobiography of My Body

This is my personal favorite among my books. After writing about sexual obsession at one remove in my second novel, I decided to write about it head on, in a first-person confessional mode. I was trying to understand my libido as it emerged during the therapy I did during the mid-eighties. At the same time, I wondered if I could write a novel about my father as if he had actually lived, imagining what would have happened to him (and me). I soon found that I couldn’t, and imagined a different collection of parents and siblings. This novel was difficult to write, because I was constantly battling an internal censor that was saying You Can’t Do This, but the novel emerged from my life at roughly the same time as the insights. I was riding the crest of that wave. I don’t know that this is my best book, but it is the one I’m proudest of.

Other Books by David Guy