Kai Conradi Is Nothing You Could Write Down
March 12, 2025
At the edges of the continent, a writer unspools memory, geography, and self
Conradi is here to explore inner worlds. Photo: Emily Schiffer
Conradi came from Vancouver Island with one partner, Al, and two dogs, Abie and Finn. They drove across the continent, leaving in the rearview mirror a feast of rain-fat forest, blue mountains, and pancake-flat prairie. All those television-box lives flickering past.
When Conradi set out, they had a first novel about a trans character on a cross-country road trip also in the rearview.
“I don’t like driving very much,” they say. “But having to take the time to get here, I have a clear sense of what we traveled through to get to this part of the country.”
Conradi, a writing fellow at the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, came to this fist of land and settled in its palm, rising early each morning to follow its lines, a series of semi-distorted parallels.
They came to be quiet. To rest. To think. To live an unstructured life.
– Aden Choate
To read the full article in the Provincetown Independent, visit here.
