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Fiction of Gay Interest
Plot / Content: Rating: G "Beautifully observed, touching and provocative, the stories of David Leavitt explore the joys and agonies of love and friendship. Family, friends, gay lovers, married couples: David Leavitt is a sensitive observer of all relationships. In A Place I've Never Been he weighs the value of true friendship against the thrill and love and, as Nathan and Celia, two increasingly distant college friends recognize, the one cannot replace the other. In Houses and My Marriage to Vengeance the married state is seen as a comfortable option, sacred and approved, while the lure of what lies beyong, or outside, lurks exciting and forbidden. Each of the ten stories in this collection illuminates a dark corner of human existence. Some are amusing, some tragic, but all confirm David Leavitt's reputation as one of today's most talented storytellers." (from the cover of the British Penguin edition) Background / Biography:
Reviews: "Mr Leavitt's stories have the power to move us with the blush of truth" The New York Times "An astonishingly mature and accomplished writer" Listener "One of the finest young voices in American fiction" Time Out (from the cover of the British Penguin edition) Arbery Books also sells secondhand and rare non-gay fiction and non-fiction. Click here for our full list. |
"I had known Nathan for years - too many years, since we were in college - so when he went to Europe I wasn't sure how I'd survive it; he was my best friend, after all, my constant companion at Sunday afternoon double bills at the Thalia, my ever-present source of consolation and conversation. Since, such a turn can prove to be a blessing in disguise. It threw me off at first, his not being there - I had no one to watch Jeopardy! with, or talk to on the phone late at night - but then, gradually, I got over it, and I realized that maybe it was a good thing after all, that maybe now, with Nathan gone, I would be forced to go out into the world more, make new friends, maybe even find a boyfriend. And I had started: I lost weight, I went shopping. I was at Bloomingdale's one day on my lunch hour when a very skinny black woman with a French accent asked me if I'd like to have a makeover. I had always run away from from such things, but this time, before I had a chance, this woman put her long hands on my cheeks and looked into my face - not my eyes, my face - and said, 'You're really beautiful. You know that?' And I absolutely couldn't answer. After she was through with me I didn't even know what I looked like, but everyone at my office was amazed. 'Celia,' they said, 'you look great. What happened?' I smiled, wondering if I'd be allowed to go back every day for a makeover, if I offered to pay." opening paragraph, title story Secondhand booksellers |
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