Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Stephen Pickles

In preparation for the next session, The Sparsholt Affair is dedicated to Stephen Pickles, a life-long friend of Hollinghurst and a careful reader of all his work, according to an interview Hollinghurst gave the the Philadelphia Gay News.  That whole interview is interesting to read, but a more informative review about Hollinghurst and his work to date (at that time) is in The Guardian presaging his winning of the Man Booker Prize for The Line of Beauty in 2004.

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Vargas at the Wharf, Friday, Sept. 21

Jose Antonio Vargas, a gay former Washington Post  reporter, will be speaking about his new book, Dear America: Notes of an Undocumented Citizen, on Friday, Sept. 21, at 7 p.m. at Politics & Prose at the Wharf (70 District Square SW: nearest Metro, L'Enfant Plaza). The event is free, no reservation required. However, space is limited and seating is on a first-come, first-served basis.

Friday, August 17, 2018

"I think we are living in a science fiction novel."

Interesting post-Sparsholt interview with Alan Hollinghurst in Lambda Literary. Minor spoiler alert. And a typo that no spell check would ever discover (but anyone with a brain would, i.e. knowledge of spelling not required).

As for myself I didn't want to be rushed with our next book but am finding myself desperately trying not to rush (not to finish a week beforehand, not to forget). So in addition to a spoiler alert, perhaps a trigger warning is in order: this may be a book you find hard to put down!

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

"The Sexual Proclivities of the Black Community"

There is an interesting new series on HBO called Random Acts of Flyness. The last segment [about 18 minutes in] of the premiere episode is related to queer theory. I found it very interesting when the man being interviewed said, "I believe in fluidity in everything but race."

Sunday, August 5, 2018

derring-do

several people looked blank when I referred to the skating scene in "Modern Times" as a distant ally of duende … but I'm sure, once seen, all will remember it