Two companion memoirs by Anthony Adoré. Read together, Anthony Adoré’s books trace one soul’s reckoning with faith, desire, and the divided self: Confessions to the Empty Chair bears the witness, and Fractions of the Soul supplies the map.Books by Anthony Adoré
The Witness
Confessions to the Empty Chair is written from inside the fight, not after it. It does not explain what happened — it says the thing out loud, in the register of confession, where the point is exposure rather than insight. The chair is empty because whoever should have been sitting in it is gone, or was never there, or is God and does not answer in words you can quote. What the book offers is testimony: a life set down in the order it was lived, with the shame left in. It is the harder of the two, and it came first.
The Map
Fractions of the Soul crosses the same ground carrying a different instrument. Where the memoir testifies, this one names — the selves we assemble, the ones we defend, the distance between the man being described and the man doing the describing. It is philosophy written by someone who earned the questions rather than inherited them. If Confessions is what the wound felt like, Fractions is what the wound turned out to mean. Read it second and it explains the first. Read it first and it prepares you for what is coming.
Confessions to the Empty Chair
A memoir · 2026
Some truths refuse to stay buried. A raw Catholic memoir of faith, desire, and spiritual warfare, Confessions to the Empty Chair follows a boy marked by an unseen war into manhood — through obsession, seduction, sacrament, and the stubborn nearness of God. Anthony Adoré writes from inside the fight, refusing both easy piety and despair, asking what remains of a soul after love, sin, and grace have each taken their turn. Its companion volume is Fractions of the Soul.
Fractions of the Soul
A philosophical memoir · 2021
The self is never as whole as it appears. A philosophical memoir of identity, desire, and inner fracture, Fractions of the Soul maps the divided heart — the many selves we wear, the illusions we defend, and the ache to be made whole. Sharp, unsentimental, and honest, it names the forces that split a person and asks what is left when the mask finally falls. Read it as the scaffold to the confession, beside Confessions to the Empty Chair.