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Fiction of Gay Interest
Plot / Content: Rating: G "This moving, exciting, very human story with a homosexual theme concerns young Donald Grossallen Apps, a floorwalker in a man's shop, who longs to better himself, who detests grossness in any shape, and who forms an attachment with an older man, Ray. "Ray is well-to-do, wordly, yet oddly a recluse from the smart night-spots that Don longs to sample. It happens also that he is the brain behind a criminal gang, and when a daring bank robbery is planned, Don is used as a decoy. Being fundamentally a simple and honest boy, it does not occur to him that on the day of the raid the bandits will be armed. He is horrified, therefore, when a young cashier resists and is shot. From now on tension and excitement mount irresistibly: Don and Ray no longer see eye to eye: Don finds his affections more and more centre on the wounded cashier: another gang are after Ray and his henchmen, and the climax is shocking, sudden, and utterly relentless." (from the cover) Background / Biography: Who was Rodney Garland? There is little evidence on the internet, and it all points to one man: Adam de Hegedus, a Hungarian who was born in Budapest in 1906 and who moved to London in 1927. A journalist, he was the author of several books, and wrote several books under his own name and as Rodney Garland. Two questions arise. If de Hegedus was Garland, why did the publishers of The Heart in Exile (Garland's first book) claim that it was written by a psychiatrist? Did de Hegedus deceive W H Allen (the publisher) or did W H Allen deceive the public? And why did W H Allen wait until 1966 to bring out Sorcerer's Broth, which is described as being by the author of The Heart in Exile, and is copyrighted in Garland's name? Reviews: Arbery Books also sells secondhand and rare non-gay fiction and non-fiction. Click here for our full list. |
"'Chaps like you, Don,' said Mr Foster, 'should be poets or pop singers or God knows what, but definitely not salesman. With all this daydreaming of yours you'll never get to the top. The top for Mr Foster was his job, floor manager of Brown & Snyder, Gents' Outfitters, just round the corner from New Oxford Street. I was one of three lads who had to sell the stuff. As this was winter - a pretty foul one at that - we mostly sold suede jackets with or without fur collars. There was also at this time a rush on our dark green Tyrolese hats, natty little things. As a matter of fact I liked daydreaming, if that is the word, on the premises of Brown & Snyder. I fancy good clothes, like the touch of them, and what we sold was always smart. Mr Foster was right when he said I ought to be a poet. I have artistic tastes and inclination, but he was wrong about my becoming a pop singer because I only like proper classical music like Mozart and Brahms and, naturally, Beethoven. If one has an artistic soul and temperament then one is apart from the hoi polloi. I've been surrounded by the hoi polloi ever since I can remember. And the hoi polloi, which includes my sister May, calls me effeminate, and far worse words at times." opening paragraphs Secondhand booksellers |
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