The History of Swimming

“This is a riveting memoir, sensitive, wise and unsparing.”
- Diane Sawyer

They came out of the womb five minutes apart.
Tim was supposed to come out first.
He made his twin brother Kim do it instead.
Tim won that round.
Later, Tim went crazy.
Kim didn’t.
Tim tried to cut off his hand.
Kim didn’t.
Tim drank. A LOT.
Kim didn’t.
Tim disappeared.
Kim didn’t.
Wonderful, horrible things happened to them in the water.
Actually…it’s a little more complicated than that.
But it all really happened.

The History of Swimming details author Kim Powers’ frantic search for his twin brother Tim — his best friend, his greatest enemy — who disappears from Manhattan one weekend in his late twenties. Kim — almost mystically — imagines that the clues to Tim’s whereabouts have been planted in a series of letters written by Tim over the years, part of an ongoing cat-and-mouse game between the two brothers.

Now, Kim uses the letters as a sort of roadmap that takes him back to Texas, the setting of their greatest triumphs and tragedies: their mother’s death, Tim’s nervous breakdown, first loves, coming out, a best friend’s brutal rape. But is it a race against time for somebody still alive, or already dead?

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Our first photo ever - with big brother I'm the serious one -- With the grandfather who called us With the grandfather who called us The slide where Tim (in back) broke his leg Me with my broken arm, in the 4th grade; Tim already taller; Daddy and Porky behind us Freshman year at Austin College; me on the left, hair dyed black for a play; our “dashiki” look At home, during an Austin College break Me (at left) in “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead” Me, looking into the mouth of Hell, in “The Faust Project” -Tim has just had his nervous breakdown, our senior year Tim at his job, just before the suicide attempt Tim, shortly before he stopped drinking Me (left) and Tim, biking in Provincetown, after his diagnosis Me and Tim, marching with ACTUP in New York’s Gay Pride Parade Me, Tim, Porky, the disastrous Christmas we spent on Fire Island Me, Tim, Porky, outside Porky’s office, his next-to-last birthday Beautiful Tim, a spot of KS just visible under his left eye Me, at Provincetown The slide where I took my faux plunge at Mo Ranch The River, in low tide, at Mo Ranch; Tim, left; our friend Casey on right The Guadalupe River at Mo Ranch in fulltide Me and Jess, our dogs Opie and Franny Tim on the water, his happiest place to be