Arthur Opp is, by his own admission, “colossally fat,’’ weighing between 500 and 600 pounds. He hasn’t been out of his “cocoon of a house’’ in Brooklyn, N.Y., for roughly a decade, feeling winded after he takes more than six or seven steps. A former college professor, he hasn’t worked for 18 years, and he has lost touch with his family, a disconnect that further fuels his solitude.
Arthur is the intriguing and personable protagonist and narrator of Liz Moore’s new novel, “Heft,’’ a quiet, absorbing tale of the redemptive quality of connection. Despite having let himself go after losing his job because of false accusations of a relationship with a student, Arthur settled over the years into a relatively comfortable routine, ordering everything he needs online and waiting patiently for the delivery of food, books, household supplies. “My home sometimes feels like a shipping center; every day, sometimes twice a day, somebody brings something to me. The FedEx man, the UPS man. So you see I am not entirely a shut-in because I must sign for these things.’’
