Fiction of Gay Interest

Vanishing Rooms
Melvin Dixon
Publisher: E P Dutton, NY


Year


1991 (FIRST EDITION)       
Cover / size: Hardback, octavo

Dustjacket?   yes

ISBN: 0525249656

Arbery Ref:   000065

Condition Very Good

As new - except for British literary agent stamp thick on pre-title.

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Plot / Content:                              Rating: G





Background / Biography:

According to the jacket, "Melvin Dixon, a strong emerging voice in African-American literature, is the author of Trouble the Water, a first novel that won the 1989 Nilon Award for Excellence in Minority Fiction from the University of Colorado. His poetry and short stories have appeared in Poets for Life: 76 Poets Respond to AIDS, Breaking Ice and Men on Men 2, where "Red Leaves", the basis for this novel, first appeared.

A very brief Wikipedia article gives his dates as 1950 - 1992. He was one of many artists who died of AIDS in the 1980s and 1990s.




Reviews:

"A brilliant exploration of ... a world as complex and painful, as challenging and loaded, as that created by James Baldwin in Another Country and Giovanni's Room ... Melvin Dixon's novel of furious urban life stands comfortably alongside those by James Purdy, John Rechy and Hubert Selby, Jr" (pre-publication jacket comment by Clarence Major, author of Such Was the Season)




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