Fiction of Gay Interest

Maybe - Tomorrow
Jay Little (Clarence Miller)
Publisher: Pageant Press
New York, NY, USA

Year


 		1962       first publ: 1952
Cover / size: Hardback / h 23.3 cm * w 15.8 cm / 345 pp

Dustjacket?   yes

ISBN: n/a

Arbery Ref:   001385

Condition Good

Jacket: unclipped, small pieces missing, tears, partly taped top and bottom, worn. Boards (red with gilt lettering): slight wear and soiling at edges, corners bumped, small stains. Page edges mottled. Front endpaper: spotted, owner's signature, erased pencil note. Back endpaper: slight stains, erased pencil note. Pages clean.

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Little: Maybe -Tomorrow






Plot / Content:                              Rating: G

"the story of Gaylord Le Claire, a curly-haired effeminate youth from Cotton, Texas who powders his face, decorates his room with satin curtains, wears silk underwear and dreams about seducing the star of the local high school football team. It’s the stuff of dreams, all right, a gay romance at a time when such things simply didn’t exist. And yet, it still strikes a chord of yearning and insouciance that is remarkable in its forthrightness."

(from Brooks Peters' blog: An Open Book)



Background / Biography:

Jay Little was the pseudonym of Clarence Miller (1911 - 2001). Brooks Peters gives extensive information on Miller's life in An Open Book.




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"Gaylord Le Claire loved the space around him, the furniture, the rug, the etching, all of it. But as he looked around, he longed for something else. Longed for some demonstration to equal the bitter violence he felt within himself. He looked again at the etching and shutting his eyes, wished desperately for something to happen. The time was approaching for him to have a girl and act like a grown man instead of like a timid, adolescent child. Why, why, he cried within himself, can't I be like fellows my age . . . why can't I feel grown up. He stood still a second longer, a helpless figure in the brightness of the room. Somewhere, somehow, he was certain that in the pattern before him lay the answer to the old conundrum of his life. It was all dim and puzzling, baffling with its secret, and as he sought to understand, it blurred and spun even more before his closed eyes."

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