This month, QueerReader.com quietly celebrated it’s seventh anniversary. It’s a good time to take stock.
When this website was launched, there were literally LGBT bookstores from coast to coast. A Different Light had branches in Los Angeles and San Francisco. Washington DC had a gay bookstore, as did several medium-size cities across the U.S. And New York’s historic Oscar Wilde Bookshop was still going strong. Or so it seemed. No one I knew then was predicting that within a few short years they would all be gone.
There is no doubt that the landscape of queer literature is changing drastically. For one thing, it is becoming increasingly difficult to define. Some of our best gay authors are no longer “writing gay.” And the two best queer novels were written by straight authors: John Irving’s In One Person and Bernardine Evaristo’s Mr. Loverman. Queer Literature today is fluid, unpredictable, but in many ways the quality is higher than it’s ever been.
Last year was an exceptionally good year for queer fiction. The jury is still out on this year. But for those who continue to proclaim the death of Queer Literature, consider this: Next year will see the publication of new works by Christopher Bram, Garth Greenwell, James Magruder, Patrick Ryan, Bob Smith and Edmund White.
So stay tuned.
Posted on March 12, 2015
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On Tuesday, the Publishing Triangle announced the finalists for their annual awards. As Queer Reader has noted before, 2014 was a surprisingly good year for queer fiction–making the task of narrowing it all down particularly difficult. For the most part The Publishing Triangle has gotten it right. The best novel of the year, Bernardine Evaristo’s Mr. Loverman, is a finalist for the Ferro-Grumley Award for LGBT Fiction. And Michael Carroll’s Little Reef is a finalist for the Edmund White Award for Debut Fiction. This queer reader would also have liked to have seen James Magruder’s Let Me See It on one of these lists. And I have already noted the Publishing Triangle’s–and the Lambda’s–tendency to pass on more commercial titles like Michael Cunningham’s The Snow Queen and Armistead Maupin’s The Days of Anna Madrigal. But this is not a time to quibble. This is a time to celebrate. Being cited as a finalist for a Publishing Triangle Award is indeed an honor in itself and Ms. Evaristo and Mr. Carroll should be congratulated.
The Publishing Triangle Awards will be announced on Thursday, April 23rd at the New School Auditorium, 66 West Twelfth Street, New York City at 7:00 pm.
UPDATE 4/23/15: Tonight it was announced that Bernardine Evaristo’s Mr. Loverman won the Publishing Triangle’s Ferro-Grumley Award for LGBT fiction. Click here for the complete list of winners.
Posted on March 5, 2015
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The Lambda Literary Award Finalists were announced yesterday and this year they had some tough choices to make. In a particularly strong year for fiction, there were bound to be some worthy books left out. But let’s start first with what they got right.
Michael Carroll’s Little Reef is a superb short story collection. In the last story in the book, “Unsticking”, the narrator sees his own mortality in the mirror of contemporary youth culture. It is a haunting story which improves with a second and a third reading. But this is by no means the only excellent story in this book. The highly autobiographical, “Admissions” tells the story of the narrator’s fiance’s climb back from a stroke. It is a beautiful, honest and true story. In “First Responder”, a gay man becomes close to his straight brother after he assumes the role of his brother’s helpmate. It is an unapologetically queer story and it is also flawless. All of the stories in this collection are very good.
Sadly, the Lambdas somehow missed several superb books:
First, James Magruder’s Let Me See It, which is the most unlikely of books: a short story collection that is also a genuine page-turner. It is a journey through two decades of queer history. And a must read.
It is also hard to understand how the Lambdas passed on Armistead Maupin’s The Days of Anna Madrigal: the final volume in his Tales of the City Series. This book is, in this Queer Reader’s opinion, the best of the series.
Not every critic appreciated Michael Cunningham’s The Snow Queen, but this queer reader found it to be surprisingly wise. And Mr. Cunningham’s most New York novel to date.
And now we come to the best novel of 2014: Bernardine Evaristo’s Mr. Loverman. It is the story of Barrington: a septuagenarian West Indian man who has finally reached the decision to come out as gay. Told from the perspectives of both Barrington and his wife, this book is at once lyrical and surprisingly entertaining. The result left this queer reader completely satisfied. It should be noted that Mr. Loverman was published in the United Kingdom in 2013, so there may have been some confusion about its publication date. For what ever reason–this great queer novel was largely overlooked in the United States.
In such a strong year for queer fiction it is a shame that the Lambda Awards don’t separate short story collections from novels, but that’s the way it is. More troubling is the Lambda’s–and the Publishing Triangle’s–tendency to pass on the more commercial titles.
The Lambda Literary Awards will be announced on June 1, 2015 at The Cooper Union Hall in New York.
UPDATE 6/2/15: Last night the winners of the Lambda Literary Awards were announced. Click here for the results.
Posted on December 31, 2014
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Here’s something you might have missed: 2014 was a good year for Queer Lit. It began with the publication of The Days of Anna Madrigal: the final volume of Armistead Maupin’s Tales of the City series. Then came Edmund White’s warm-hearted Paris memoir, Inside a Pearl. A superb new novel by Michael Cunningham. The American publication of Bernadine Evaristo’s Mr. Loverman. Debut fiction from Michael Carroll and James Magruder. Add to this the reopening of Giovanni’s room in Philadelphia and it ends up being a surprisingly good year.
James Magruder’s short story collection, Let Me See It, is exceptional. Mr. Magruder is a master at dialogue. His stories are perfectly constructed. And he has a literary style that is all his own: minimalist, yet peppered with telling details But what sets this collection apart is quite simply the way these stories are arranged. By presenting them in this particular order Mr. Magruder traces the narrative of two gay men over twenty-one years. The result is the rarest of books: a short story collection that is a genuine page-turner.
In the first story, “Tenochtitlan”, we are introduced to Elliott: a boy who finds himself longing for a Latino classmate. His gradual discovery of his own queerness parallels his questioning of his family’s arbitrary prejudices. This is a classic American short story–complete with a climax that is both logical and shocking.
In the second short story, Elliott’s cousin Tom appears. Tom’s gradual queer awakening includes the realization that one of his main aspirations is to be the first in his family “whose given name you had to guess at because it wasn’t stitched onto a shirt pocket.”
As the book progresses these stories–and these characters–become more sophisticated. So it is entirely appropriate that the last story, “Let Me See It,” is the most complex. It is also the best.
Reading this collection of short stories is a journey through two decades of queer history. It is a journey that is interesting, frequently humorous and surprisingly poignant. I don’t want to reveal anymore, lest I give away too much of the ‘plot’ of this surprisingly suspenseful short story collection.
James Magruder’s Let Me See It is published by Triquarterly Books.
Posted on October 13, 2014
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Queer readers have waited a long, long time for the definitive Tennessee Williams biography. Mr. Williams took a stab at it himself with his Memoirs, published in 1975. But Memoirs, while a thoroughly entertaining read, was self-serving and not entirely accurate. Dotson Rader’s book Cry of the Heart was a very personal account of Mr. Williams and this book succeeds on this level–although only accounting for his later years. Maria St. Just’s Five O’Clock Angel brought out the surprisingly fun side of Tennessee Williams, but this is a limited account–essentially a volume of letters with some often humorous explanations from Lady St. Just. Lyle Leverich’s semi-authorized biography, Tom is superb, but this book covers only Mr. Williams’s early years. (A second volume was planned, but Mr. Leverich died before it was completed.) And now here comes John Lahr’s book: Tennessee Williams: Mad Pilgrimage of the Flesh. With unfettered access to Mr. Williams’s papers and eleven years in the making, this Queer Reader had hoped this would be the definitive Tennessee Williams biography we all had been waiting for. Unfortunately, we’ll have to wait a while longer.
Mr. Lahr begins the book with an exhaustive description of the opening night of The Glass Menagerie–skipping over the famous Chicago preview and the first thirty-four years of Mr. Williams’s life. There is a logic to beginning the book here, because that night was the beginning of what Mr. Williams himself called, “the catastrophe of success.” As Mr. Lahr points out, this was literally a rags-to-riches story–for Tennessee Williams and his entire family. The truth is, after the Broadway production of The Glass Menagerie–and the movie deal that soon followed–Tennessee Williams was “set for life.” But the following years would bring several more Broadway hits and after that, many failures. What drove Mr. Williams to continue writing–even after his plays were no longer successful–is the central dramatic question of this book.
For over a decade, Tennessee Williams believed that only Elia Kazan could make his queer plays into Broadway hits. Mr. Lahr’s description of these years is the best part of the book. And it’s a reminder that the theatre is truly a collaborative medium. One wonders, for example, if A Streetcar Named Desire would have been a hit if Kazan’s and Williams’s first choice for Stanley Kowalski–John Garfield–had been cast.
As he did in his superb Joe Orton biography, Prick Up Your Ears, Mr. Lahr shows great empathy for the long-suffering (queer) spouse of the fabulously successful playwright. Throughout the nineteen fifties, the man who had been by Tennessee Williams’s side was Frank Merlo: a short stocky Sicilian-American man who knew all the stage hands by their first and last names. Although he couldn’t type, Tennessee sometimes referred to him as his “secretary.” When someone asked Frank what he did, his answer was much more direct: “I sleep with Mr. Williams.”
Something happened to Tennessee Williams after Frank Merlo died of lung cancer at the age of forty one. Mr. Williams says as much in Memoirs. Whether this was genuine grief or just an addict’s need to justify his drug use is an open question. There is no question that after 1962 Tennessee Williams became addicted to uppers, downers and even regular injections from a man called Dr. Feelgood.
And it is here that Mr. Lahr disappoints. For it is here that his respect for Tennessee Williams morphs into a disdain that borders on contempt. While it is difficult to justify the actions of a drug addict, Mr. Lahr doesn’t seem to try to understand them. Over and over again Mr. Lahr takes sides against Mr. Williams.
When Tennessee Williams joins forces with Norman Mailer and others to protest the Vietnam War, Mr. Lahr dismisses it as “radical chic.”
When Mr. Williams comes out on the David Frost show–just months after the Stonewall riots–Mr. Lahr dismisses it as “coy.”
The world Tennessee Williams inhabited in the nineteen sixties also seems to appall Mr. Lahr. He dismisses the legendary off-off Broadway production of “Small Craft Warnings” in a few lines. And even erroneously (and offensively) refers to the star, Candy Darling, as a “drag queen.”
Near the end of the book, Mr. Lahr even throws in a gratuitously vicious Gore Vidal quote: “…I don’t think he (Tennessee Williams) loved anybody, but himself.”
But in the end it would be Mr. Williams who summed it up best: “We’re all sentenced to solitary confinement in our own skins, for life.”
John Lahr’s Tennessee Williams: Mad Pilgrimage of the Flesh is published by Norton.
UPDATE 10/15/14: Today it was announced Tennessee Williams: Mad Pilgrimage of the Flesh is a finalist for the National Book Award.
Bernardine Evaristo’s novel, Mr. Loverman is the story of Barrington: a septuagenarian West Indian man who has finally reached the decision to come out as gay. His ever-shifting, highly complex situation is told from the perspectives of both Barrington and his Pentecostal Christian wife, Carmel. In another time, their voices might be referred to as dialects. But Ms. Evaristo goes deeper. She doesn’t just write how these characters talk; she writes how they think. And it is here that Ms. Evaristo displays her genius. For through her sure-footed, sometimes lyrical prose, she unmasks the patois of their souls.
For much of the novel, the narrative zig zags from the present to the past, as Barrington’s history is revealed. We learn how Barrington came to marry his wife and how they ended up making their home in the East End of London. We also learn of Morris, the man who becomes his lover and who Barrington hopes to get up the nerve to leave his wife for. This first half of the novel doesn’t so much feel like a “coming out” novel as a “staying in” novel. Indeed, it isn’t until the second half of the novel that the central dramatic question–namely: will Barrington come out?–is, at last gradually, organically answered. To reveal any more of the plot would be a disservice. Suffice it to say that Ms. Evaristo has some surprises in store. And what starts out as a superb character study becomes a well-plotted page-turner–leaving this queer reader completely satisfied.
Bernardine Evaristo’s Mr. Loverman is published Akashic.
Editor’s Note: Unfortunately this is not the first time Queer Reader has been late in reviewing a book. Once again, this tardiness should not denote any diminished enthusiasm for this title. Quite the opposite. This is the best novel Queer Reader has read in years.
UPDATE 3/10/15: Today it was announced that Mr. Loverman is a finalist for the Publishing Triangle’s Ferro-Grumley Award for LGBT Fiction.
UPDATE 4/23/15: Tonight it was announced that Mr Loverman won the Publishing Triangle’s Ferro-Grumley Award for LGBT Fiction.
In the twelve stories comprising Michael Carroll’s Little Reef, the qualities which make him a major new literary talent are on display. Mr. Carroll is a master at dialogue, his characters are three-dimensional and he clearly knows how to construct a story. But more than that, Mr. Carroll displays a self-confidence–a literary fearlessness which sets him apart. Consider this sentence–from the title story:
Faith was one thing, what you whimpered over in the middle of a really dark, terrible night, while the daytime mechanics of the human animal, subject to the decisions it had to make, the hundreds of choices it grappled with and fluttered its fingertips graspingly at in order to bring to fruition some semblance of dignity and independence–the unflinching mode of survival it had to assume merely to eat and move on, in order to wake the next day and start all of itself over–well, real life didn’t have anything to do with ideas.
Little Reef has much to do with ideas. Many of them un-apologetically queer. “First Responder” is the story of a gay man who becomes close to his brother after he assumes the role of helpmate. There is a moment in this story when the narrator realizes–almost accidentally–that he has made peace with his family.
I wasn’t who I wanted to be, but I wasn’t the cowering gay kid back in a redneck ‘ville. I didn’t want to hate them them anymore. I didn’t feel like bothering to hate.
Mr. Carroll seems to be following Ernest Hemingway’s direction to “write about what you know.” Several of these stories seem autobiographical–particularly “Admissions”: the poignant story of the narrator’s older fiance’s climb back from a stroke. But my favorite story in this book, “Unsticking”, doesn’t seem autobiographical at all–although it is perhaps the most Hemingwayesque in it’s precision. In “Unsticking” the narrator sees his own mortality in the mirror of contemporary youth culture. It’s the last story in the book. I would, however, advise queer readers not to skip ahead. All of these stories are superb.
Michael Carroll’s Little Reef is published by Terrace Books.
UPDATE 3/4/15 Today it was announced that Little Reef is a finalist for Lambda Literary’s Award for Gay General Fiction.
UPDATE 3/10/15 Today it was announced that Little Reef is a finalist for The Publishing Triangle’s Edmund White Award for Debut Fiction.
UPDATE 3/12/15 Today it was announced that Little Reef has won the Sue Kaufman Prize for First Fiction. Great news!
Near the beginning of Michael Cunningham’s magnificent new novel, one of the main characters has a potentially life-changing experience: a seemingly celestial being appears to him in the sky above Central Park. What ever this white light cloud formation is, it somehow seems to sense this person and even communicate with him. And then it instantaneously disappears–seemingly indifferent to its affect on this mere mortal. The omniscient narrator of this novel might just be this celestial being itself: temporarily interested in these characters’ lives, observant of every last detail and yet cold, distant. Like the ephemeral world of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “The Ice Palace,” the world rendered here seems etched in ice. But unlike Mr. Fitzgerald, Mr. Cunningham doesn’t bid us to run away from this world, but rather to inhabit it for a while, because quite simply it is so beautiful.
This is Mr. Cunningham’s most New York novel to date–not only in its literal location, but also in the attitudes of the characters. Wherever they came from originally, the city has over time, transformed them. It has made them colder–less willing to become intimate with anyone for fear of the inevitable disappointment which mortals bring. For as the narrator wisely states:
People are more than you think they are. And they’re less, as well. The trick lies in negotiating your way between the two.
The Snow Queen is the story of how a few human beings struggle to negotiate this way.
Michael Cunningham’s The Snow Queen is published by Farrar Straus Giroux.
Edmund White’s new book is a delicious read. More than just a memoir of his years living “inside the pearl” that is Paris, it is also a peripatetic journey through France, Britain and Morocco. Along the way, the reader will meet Michel Foucault, Milan Kundera, Martin Amis, Julian Barnes, Amyn Aga Khan, Yves Saint Laurent and many more celebrities. But those expecting a dishy read will be sorely disappointed. For while Mr. White’s descriptions of these individuals might not always be flattering, there is a tenderness to them: a warm-heartedness which reveals the author’s character.
Throughout it all Mr. White remains a somewhat passive figure. (It comes as no surprise to learn that he prefers to sit in the back seat.) And his style is so natural and conversational that the reader doesn’t notice the book’s hidden structures. It is only in the end that the reader sees just how tightly this memoir is constructed, with the key characters’ stories wrapped up–like a good novel.
Ultimately Mr. White’s journey is a voyage of self-discovery. For it is by living these years abroad that he comes to realize just how American he really is.
Edmund White’s Inside a Pearl, My Years in Paris is published by Bloomsbury.keep looking »