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Condition: Good Cover slightly damaged in several places. Bottom of book has been creased. Edges discolouring / lightly stained. Short ink inscription on pre-title page. Pages beginning to fox with age, but binding tight and apparently unread. Content: Describes Roger Horwitz's (Monette's partner) fight against and eventual death from HIV/AIDS. Background / Biography: Paul Landry Monette (16 October 1945 – 10 February 1995) was an American author, poet, and activist best remembered for his essays about gay relationships. Continued on Wikipedia Reviews: "Mr Monette has etched a magnificent monument to his lover's bravery, their commitment to each other and the plague of hatred and ignorance they had to endure . . . Tender and lyrical . . . Heroic." The New York Times Book Review "One of the finest books generated by this epidemic. It reads like a novel but contains a core of purest poetry . . . It touches the heart and feeds the soul. Monette is a writer's writer." The Atlanta Journal (from the cover) Clicking on advertiser links on this site may allow these companies to gather and use information about your visit to this and other websites to provide you with advertisements about goods and services presumed to be of interest to you. |
Quote from this book "I don't know if I will live to finish this. Doubtless there's a streak of self-importance in such an assertion, but who's counting? Maybe it's just that I've watched too many sicken in a month and die by Christmas, so that a fatal sort of realism comforts me more than magic. All I know is this: The virus ticks in me. And it doesn't care a whit about our categories - when is full-blown, what's AIDS-related, what is just sick and tired? No one has solved the puzzle of its timing. I take my drug from Tijuana twice a day. The very friends who tell me how vigorous I look, how well I seem, are the first to assure me of the imminent medical breakthrough. What they don't seem to understand is, I used up all my optimist keeping my friend alive. Now that he's gone, the cup of my own health is neither half full nor half empty. Just half." opening paragraph Secondhand booksellers |
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