Anomaly: a different kind of litfic

[theapatra]

12 Reviewers on Amazon give Anomaly 4.6 stars

The evening starts out alright. J is having drinks at a bar with Molly, there are plenty of women to keep them both company. Sure there are a few heavy drug users hanging around outside, but J is well clean of all that.

So he thinks.

It's his effeminate appearance that sets things off, really. That and the fact that other men just know J is not their kind of masculine. He ends up in the Emergency Room getting stitched up from yet another gay bashing. He's sick of ending up there, sick of having to deal with the prejudice and bias that play along all the lines of a society that no matter how special you are, you are still not coloring cleanly enough in someone's lines.

And he isn't gay.

He's not sure what he is, actually, but he knows he's straight. And this last beating has set in motion all the things he's spent years trying to manage: his sobriety, his identity, his fragile sense of self.

He ends up recovering at home from a vicious beating with too much time to think about why his next-door neighbor's baby has mysteriously stopped crying, what his best friend Molly is doing with the woman she has seduced, and whether or not he can maintain his own sense of identity in the face of his own penchant for self-destruction and self-medication.

His downward spiral forces him to seek solace in Good Samaritan-ism. Even that puts up roadblocks to his recovery as everything and everyone J depends on for sanity slips out of his grasp.

He finally realizes he must face his demons head on if he wants to find peace.

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