Intimacy

In this melancholy novel about a man on the brink of suicide, Stanley Crawford allows readers to question what it really means to be close to a person. Intimacy follows an unnamed narrator planning his own death. His preparations become a trigger and occasion for him to revisit key moments in his life and his material possessions, which are the solid artifacts from his lifes journey. As sparrows in flight might form a single arrow, the life of the narrator comes into focus as a collage of fleeting events and images. Readers gain insights into tiny moments that slowly build into a picture of a man who seems to have very little, aside from material possessions, to lose. The narrative pulls the reader along a trail of digressionsabout running shoes, about the symbolism of ringsthat lead down a proverbial rabbit hole until we realize the narrators intentions. Despite our lack of concrete knowledge about the narrators life, he allows us to share his thought processes: how every thought leads to the next, how memories seep upward when he picks up a particular T-shirt, or when he glimpses his car keys. And alongside our growing understanding of the narrator comes a recognition of our own thought processes: how we, like him, relate to our bodies; how we, too, cannot break away from the constant motion of our thoughts. Intimacy is a brief, intense novel charged with the heightened sense of closeness that comes from watching a mans last hours. It illuminates how brief snapshots of memory can trace the outline of an entire life.