MY BIGGEST
LIE
LUKE BROWN
Published in Great Britain in 2014 by
Canongate Books Ltd
14 High Street
Edinburgh EH1 1TE
This digital edition first published in 2014 by Canongate Books
Copyright © 2014 Luke Brown
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Extract from ‘The Garden of Forking Paths’ from Collected Fictions by Jorge Luis Borges (Penguin Books, 2000). Copyright © Maria Kodama, 1998.
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In memory ofMatthew Brown
Contents
Writing long books is a laborious and impoverishing act of foolishness . . . A better procedure is to pretend that those books already exist
Jorge Luis Borges
I’ve tried to be as honest as possible about everything
Diego Maradona
There was a time not long ago when I thought that lying was the most natural thing in the world. I was young and I had a good haircut and a girlfriend I loved. I had a best friend who was also my boss and he was friends with the most interesting people in London. I assume they were interesting. Looking back, I can’t remember much of what anyone said. But I remember laughing. I remember everything being the funniest thing that had ever happened. I worked hard and stayed out late. We drew a high line between fuel and poison. I wore suits I couldn’t afford in the hope that this was the way that one day I would be able to afford them. I always got the round in, and I always asked the barmaid her name. I never spoke to anyone about Sarah because if I did I’d have to tell everyone how much I adored her. I didn’t want to overcomplicate the portrait. I’d made an experiment with my character, and it seemed to be working. It was fun. It was addictive. And I forgot, temporarily, what was true and what was false. Or it was simply that I preferred the false.
It was then that I was found out.
PART ONE: MY LOVE
Chapter 1
On the last day of what I kept telling myself was a happy month, I woke up alone.
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