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Fiction of Gay Interest
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Plot / Content: Rating: G "Pip Winter, a thirty-something jobbing actor, is engaged in a tempestuous tug-of-war with his unstable lover, Callum, and enjoys an embittered non-relationship with his father, Harry. When Harry becomes seriously ill and in need of a carer, Pip finds himself unwillingly responding to the paternal call. Returning home for the first time in years, he finds his unhappy past flooding back, with disturbing results. Secrets, lies and recriminations arise as the two men face each other over the years of silence. As the conflicting demands of career, lover and father escalate, Pip is forced to re-evaluate both himself and his father." (from the cover) Background / Biography: "Simon Lovat has worked as an actor for the last fifteen years. He is a prize-winning short story writer and has been variously published in anthologies and magazines, including World Wide Writers and The Mammoth Book of Gay Short Stories. He has published one previous novel, Disorder and Chaos. (from the book) Reviews: Arbery Books also sells secondhand and rare non-gay fiction and non-fiction. Click here for our full list. |
"Throughout the journey northeast, away from London, I had been thinking about my father, persistent, circular, thoughts that served only to make me tense. As far as I could remember, he had never so far as hugged me. He certainly never kissed me, of that I was sure. And it wasn't that I was a boy and he didn't show affection to boys, because he was the same with my sister Hélène. The truth was, Harry was essentially dysfunctional when it came to intimacy; even with his first wife, my mother. I never once saw him kiss her in my entire life. There were probably reasons for this, lying in seclusion in the dark womb of his soul, but in thirty-seven years I had not managed to exhume a single one of them. Now both my patience and interest had expired and I had given him up as a lost cause. " opening paragraph Secondhand booksellers |
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