Two things you can say about C.J. Friend’s writing:

It is authentic.

It is not for everyone.

More of an acquired taste, kind of how you hate salad as a kid, but you eat it as an adult.

That’s what C.J. writes. Stories that dwell between the wonder and agony of life, with its joys and pains, ups and downs, ambiguities and celebrations.

Writing that is daring, edgy, but accessible.

Like that friend you sometimes can’t stand being around, but you know they always have your back.

Those kinds of tales.