Thursday, June 23, 2016

"My First Gay Bar"

Following up on the great column by Justin Torres in the Post, some well-known gays reminisce in the Times about their first experiences in gay bars. Especially good is Torres's own contribution.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

In Praise of Latin Night at the Queer Club

I was MIA last week … just getting around to reading the papers.

This op-ed by Justin Torres should be written on vellum.

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Short Story Readings

Jonathan Harper from Daydreamers and Greg Shapiro from How to Whistle — TONIGHT  7:00pm at Upshur Street Books.

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

The Good Gray Poet

Today is Walt Whitman's birthday (born in 1819).

Happy Birthday, Walt!

Sunday, May 22, 2016

"In the Empire of the Air"

Philip Clark's edition of Donald Britton's poems has just been published by Nightboat Books. Christopher Bram interviews him at Lambda Literary.

Main ®eading

I'm headed up to our camp next week at Beech Hill Pond in Maine. It's a great setting for reading classics. I'm going to delve into Pushkin's "Eugene Onegin." Any other suggestions?

Monday, May 16, 2016

A Firefly Loses Its Luster...

[Posted for our colleague Lee Levine]

Back in July 2014, Bookmen discussed Janette Jenkin's Firefly, a fictional account of Noel Coward's last years in Jamaica. The book didn't end especially happily, though the island setting dovetails with Our Caribbean, the Thomas Glave anthology we'll be starting this Wednesday. Sadly, if a column in the May 7 London Spectator is true, the real Firefly is suffering a sad fate as well. Says the usually sprightly Petronella Wyatt:

Coward's Jamaican home, Firefly, is almost derelict now. Weeds grow in the rooms and the walls are discolored with damp. Coward's piano is missing three keys. A dining room table is laid out with cracked crockery, as it was when Princess Margaret came for lunch. Coward died here a disappointed man. It was strange that he was only knighted four years before his death, given his propaganda and intelligence work during the second world war. The Queen Mother spoke of it to me once: "I loved 'The Master.' Winston liked him, too. It was Philip who was always against. He had a thing about the more flamboyant sort of queer."

Don't shoot the messenger!