Fiction of Gay Interest

The Lost Language of Cranes
David Leavitt
Publisher: Alfred A Knopf
New York, NY, US

Year


1986 ADVANCE PROOF       
Cover / size: Paperback / h 21 cm * w 13.5 cm / 319 pp

Dustjacket?   no

ISBN: 0394538730

Arbery Ref:   000348

Condition Fair

Cover: soiled, creased, edges worn and corners slightly curved. Advance notice stapled to front cover. Pages printed faintly and some pages have dirt marks.

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Plot / Content:                              Rating: G

David Leavitt's first novel, dealing with Philip Benjamin's difficulties in coming out as a young gay man.



Background / Biography:

David Leavitt (born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, on 23 June 1961) is an American novelist. Leavitt is a graduate of Yale University and a professor at the University of Florida. He has also taught at Princeton. continued on Wikipedia
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