My mother was buried under a blue Florida sky so clear it felt offensive.

So begins the memoir of a man who has spent twenty years being respectable and is about to discover what that has cost him. After burying his mother beside his father, watching his marriage end in low oxygen, and standing in the same Florida heat that raised him, Elias Vane leaves the architecture of duty behind. From Cartagena to Reykjavík, from São Luís to Doha, he follows grief across borders and into rooms he was raised to walk past.

Written with the candor of a man who has stopped performing his own life, The Latitude of Loss is the opening volume of the Elias Vane Memoir Trilogy, a book about what survives when respectability finally fails, and what a man becomes when he gives himself permission to live differently.