Fi: A Memoir of My Son

Fuller writes with fierce clarity about the intensity of parental love and the complexity of grief. The memoir is shaped by attention—watching, remembering, trying to honour a life without simplifying it. Fuller’s voice is intimate and unsparing, willing to show contradiction and raw feeling. The book explores the ways families create narratives to survive what they cannot fix. It also examines identity and personhood: who someone was to themselves versus who they were to others. The writing avoids neat catharsis, choosing instead the difficult honesty of staying with loss. Moments of tenderness arrive unexpectedly, and they land hard. The memoir feels both personal and communal, as if it’s speaking for others who have no language for similar pain. It’s a book that asks for care from the reader—and gives it back in return.