You Are Here: A Memoir of Arrival

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A wonderfully original tale of the disintegration and mutation of an apparently ordinary American family.—Alison Lurie.

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A wonderfully original tale of the disintegration and mutation of an apparently ordinary American family.—Alison Lurie.

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Publishers Weekly
When 30-something novelist Gibson (Shelter) moves to New York from Virginia, he plans to establish himself as a writer, get a day job and enjoy life in the city he's considered "the sunken treasure I'd been diving for my whole life." Instead, as this enigmatic memoir chronicles, he finds a strangely quiet apartment share, struggles to secure a menial job and rarely touches his computer. He barely sees his roommate, John, "who was as pale and waxy and elongated as a candle," whom he meets through a gay roommate service. But one night, Gibson is "bolted awake" by the sound of John coughing: "It sounded like he was being clawed to death from the inside out." Most of the book-which, although it gives no specific time references, probably takes place within the past 10 years-focuses on Gibson's attempts to help the seriously ill John (he has lung cancer). Using sharp, often witty language, Gibson also expounds on his job at Telesessions, where he facilitates conference calls for doctors; his childhood in the homophobic South; and frequent phone conversations with his friend Jo Ann, who lives in upstate New York. Though Gibson's story has insightful elements, it bogs down occasionally, as when Gibson details his efforts to rescue an obese neighbor from his bathroom. Gibson eventually lands a position teaching writing and searches for a new place to live, relieved to move on, yet aware that sometimes "friends were family, and family were strangers, and you might find yourself helping someone... because you'd been yoked to them by accidents of commerce." (Jan. 7) Forecast: Advertising in the New York Times Book Review and the New Yorker, and author appearances in New York, could help this book gain traction among new Manhattanites. The publisher plans to include a reading group guide in the finished book. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Bright young writer moves from Southern Baptist Virginia to the impious Big City and lands lodgings with roommates, in this latest gay-coming-of-age picaresque. Novelist Gibson (Shelter, 1992) starts in a comic "you-big-silly flick of the hand" mode. The fey humor sticks to the end, but as his memoir progresses it takes on darker tones. Reporting it all to his simpatico lesbian pal Jo Ann, Gibson earns his chops working as a French waiter and a caterer’s guy. Then he moves on to teleconference facilitating and English teaching. The narrative includes a close encounter with a Times Square hustler, a graphic description of a happening involving a fat man wedged on a toilet, a diagnosis of tertiary syphilis (or was it scabies?), hypochondria verging on Münchhausen’s Syndrome, and AIDS, AIDS, AIDS. Gibson’s apartment mate, a mysterious wraith named John, has nightly been retching hideously. John is dying, which is more than a little inconvenient for his two roomies, even though Gibson wants to do the right thing, because John is on the lease alone. Gibson’s witty collage of the Life in New York—making the scene, scouting, dating, working, clawing through an existence—is packaged in acutely smart style and filled with empathy for most. (Well, maybe straights are a bit of an enigma, but there’s empathy aplenty, missy, and don’t you forget it.) Not quite at the high standard set by the likes of Andrew Tobias, this saga will likely still find a comfortable place on the shelf with other popular works of gay lit. The limp-wrist aesthetic lingers, even as Gibson skillfully turns thoughtful, serious, and clever.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316740845
  • Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
  • Publication date: 7/14/2008
  • Pages: 260
  • Product dimensions: 8.50 (w) x 5.50 (h) x 0.59 (d)

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You Are Here

A Memoir of Arrival
By Wesley Gibson

Back Bay Books

Copyright © 2004 Wesley Gibson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-316-74084-5


Chapter One

That second day, I knew something was wrong. The apartment seemed, not quiet, but desolate. I was looking around, trying to feel at home. But it's hard to feel at home when you've moved in with a stranger named John, a man as pale and waxy and elongated as a candle, a man you met through a gay roommating service, a man who had seemed touchingly eager when he'd interviewed you, and you'd perched there on the edge of the love seat, giving the usual performance, trying to convey that you paid the bills on time but were also good for a few laughs, that you were a gourmet cook who liked nothing better than to whip up coquilles St. Jacques for yourself and whomever happened to be around, but that you wouldn't ever consider using his cream for your coquilles, that you were never there, at least not when he was, unless he wanted you to be, in which case you hoped you hadn't given the wrong impression, you actually were a homebody, someone who liked nothing better than to curl up around the VCR with a new friend and microwave popcorn, watching, what a coincidence, Home for the Holidays was your favorite movie too (note to self: find out what Home for the Holidays is).

I'd just moved back to New York. Studios were going for fifteen hundred. After first month's, last month's, a deposit, 10 percent for the agent, you were looking at five thousand dollars just to get in. That was my whole budget. That was if I was picked from the restless mob crowded around me with its own marked-up Village Voices, in a room the size of a golf cart with a view of someone's filthy venetian blinds. People kid about New York; but they're not kidding.

John bit and invited me to rent a room in his apartment on the Upper East Side. It was larger than any studio I'd seen, and cheaper too, with a view of someone's garden. An elevator, a bathroom I shared with the other roommate - some guy named Alan, who actually was never there. A real live kitchen. Most of the kitchens I'd seen had been appliances shoved into closets. I'd marveled over this place to everyone I knew, and they'd listened with the polite disinterest of people who have apartments, before steering the conversation back to their more established lives.

But now the euphoria was wearing off, and the first thing I had noticed was that this place was not really my taste. I actually don't know what my taste is, or if I even have taste, but this was not it. This was suburban, but stitched through with New Age Kitsch. Who even knew there was New Age Kitsch? There was a plaid living-room suite, circa 19-hideous-something; but little wizards made from crystals formed tiny gesticulating groups on end tables, on top of the gigantic TV. They were arranged in a lit brass-and-glass sort of exhibition case. There were vases of bridesmaid's-dress-pink cloth flowers; but dreamcatchers were nailed to the wall. An answering machine blinking its red light with about sixty messages sat next to ... Wait. An answering machine with sixty messages.

It was probably nothing; maybe he just didn't erase. But something, the hazy August day (that was another thing, it turned out the central air-conditioning didn't work), the morguelike calm, the disconcerting juxtapositions - Southwestern prayer rugs hanging next to reproductions of enormous-eyed-children paintings ... The day was a conspiracy, and my mind was weak from the dislocations of moving.

John was a serial killer. Of course. Innocent boy from small city. Next thing you know you're nothing but a few hacked-off limbs and severed eyeballs charred beyond recognition in the incinerator conveniently located down the hall. I called Jo Ann.

"Hello?" She sounded like what she was: mildly depressed, somnolently moving through her life under the suicide gray of the Ithaca skies.

"It's me." I probably sounded like what I was too - mildly panicked, flutteringly paranoid (business as usual, really) - because she was suddenly alert and saying, "What's wrong?"

"I think the guy I moved in with is a serial killer," I whispered, looking around for a blunt object to stun him with in case he had the seismographic hearing nine out of ten psychopaths seem blessed with. The air conditioner was too heavy.

The ashtray was vintage. I finally settled on a lamp, knowing it would be no match for his superhuman strength.

"Why?" Unlike most of my friends, Jo Ann took me seriously when I called to say for the fourteenth time that week that I had cancer. That's because she'd had it fourteen times that week too.

"I don't know. It's eerie, like nobody really lives here. There are sixty messages on his machine. Sixty. Exactly." "Check 'em," she said firmly.

"I can't do that." I was still whispering. "What if he's in the bedroom right now getting messages from Plato and the Virgin Mary?"

"You'll just say you left his number with some people and you're checking to see if they called." Quick, decisive, a prize-fighter of deception. I was usually not bad myself, but I was out of my element.

"I don't know." "Do it," she ordered.

I crept with my phone cradled against me. My bedroom door, having read the script, squeaked ominously. I stopped, waiting for him to burst out of his room with a straight razor and a macabre laugh. Nothing. Nothing but that awful grove of silence.

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2008

    You are here...or at least you should be.

    'You Are Here' was definitely an enjoyable read, as it tells a brief moment in history of a gay man coming to terms with moving to New York City from a town in Virginia. This is not to say that it is directed solely toward gay readers anyone can enjoy this book, as its lessons and learnings apply to people of all genders and sexual orientations. It was a quick, enjoyable read, and Gibson's descriptions about certain events are dead-on. Some make you laugh, some make you cry. I will be on the look out for future books by this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2004

    Everyone is Here!

    This book is a great read regardless of your age, gender, or sexual preference. Eventhough it can be classified as 'Gay Literature' it can relate to absolutely anyone just looking for a witty book that truly depicts what it can be like in New York City, a different world in it's self. A great read...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 11, 2004

    The best book I have read in a long time

    If you see a 20-something black woman reading and laughing hysterically on the R line in NYC, it's probably me with YOU ARE HERE. It's very smart and ridiculously funny. Not your average 'Going to New York to Make it Big' story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 11, 2003

    dark, funny, and terrifically written!

    Wesley Gibson's YOU ARE HERE is extraordinary--sharp, funny, and unsparing, as if David Sedaris, Chekhov, and Nico were all fused into something never seen before. The Kirkus review makes the memoir sound arch and fey; in fact, it's a perfect balance of dark and funny. 100% recomm

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