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  Clicking Beat on the Brink of Nada (1983)
Posted by: WMASG - 12-15-2025, 04:18 PM - Replies (1)

   


By turns funny, romantic, erotic, and sad, this evocative novel brilliantly recreates the landscape of late adolescence, when friendships seem eternal and loves reincarnate. Set in Arkansas but first published in The Netherlands, Clicking Beat on the Brink of Nada quickly won praise from reviewers and readers across Europe and North America. The back cover blurb written by William S. Burroughs reads: "A haunting vision of young friendship shattered by an outrageously cruel world. Keith Hale's novel aches with adolescent first loves. It is tender, funny, and true." 

Quote:“I remember friends like brothers when friends were what you lived for. I remember friends always there, to live your life with. I remember friends who knew every secret, when friends loved you for everything you were.”

This book wasn’t what I expected at all. I thought it was about first love. Two 17 year-olds discovering their way together. Well it is…and it isn’t. I read the novel in an afternoon, totally caught up in its small world of adolescent self-absorption.

Steven Trottingham Taylor, ‘Trotsky’, has just moved to Little Rock where his mother has a new job teaching Economics. They’ve moved around and he’s used to being the new boy, though doesn’t make friends easily. He meets beautiful Cody in History class, and something awakens within him like a static electric buzz…old souls, two halves looking for a whole. Though they dance round a connection so intense it’s overwhelming.

Trotsky is gay. Cody on the other hand is straight. So Trotsky takes things slowly, afraid to push Cody away, content to be friends, though yearns for more. They get to know each other, boys on the threshold of manhood, trying to make sense of the world, looking for purpose and meaning in life, best friends so close sometimes it’s like they have mind-meld.

Adolescent hormones need an outlet. Trotsky takes advantage of precocious Mark, 14, friend of younger brother, Freddy. At first a convenient way of keeping his longing for Cody in check, Trotsky’s relationship with Mark deepens to intimacy then, as barriers fall, love. Both get something from it more than release. The relationship is of course illegal and Trotsky would go to jail if caught; but it’s not abusive at all. Mark is the experienced one who takes the lead; he has only known abusive sex but Trotsky is a tender and considerate lover.

Trotsky, Cody and their group of friends have sex, drink and take drugs, apparently free to roam without parental supervision. Some would call Trotsky’s mother negligent. I think she knows her son, trusts him and allows freedom to make mistakes and learn. Their relationship is strong. Trotsky’s dad was murdered in an anti-union demonstration before he was even born and as a family they’re close.

This isn’t about being gay. Trotsky is happy with his feelings. It’s about the experience of growing up, with all the exhilaration, angst, pain, triumph and heartache that involves. An exciting time, there’s nothing quite like it. Everything is heightened. The thirst for knowledge and understanding, thinking there’s an answer to every question. It’s philosophical. Trotsky and Cody are bright boys who maybe think too much for their own good. But that’s part of what makes it true, the earnestness of youth. The despair that makes death seem an easier option.

A terrible accident foreshadows greater cataclysm. When that comes, it’s not what you expect- well I didn’t. Nothing to do with homophobia. Intolerance, yes, hateful and cruel, fear of different ideas and ways of looking at the world. Trotsky’s mother is a socialist, akin to devil worship it seems in Arkansas.

Trostsky desires Cody, who desperately wants to feel it too; but just can’t though they are everything to each other. I’m not sure sexuality is so clear-cut. Take Ennis in Brokeback Mountain who never wanted any man before Jack and needs no other, unlike Jack.

When Trotsky & Cody first meet it’s like they’ve always known each other…in a previous existence maybe were lovers with a spiritual bond that lingers. If birth and death are opposite points on a line A to B then reaching the end is a frightening concept; look at A and B as just two out of an infinite number on an endless line, then the journey between those points becomes insignificant, part of something bigger. So maybe the next turn of the wheel they meet again under different circumstances?

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  Our Young Man (2016)
Posted by: WMASG - 12-15-2025, 04:14 PM - Replies (1)

   


Our Young Man follows the life of a gorgeous Frenchman, Guy, as he goes from the industrial city of Clermont-Ferrand to the top of the modeling profession in New York City's fashion world, becoming the darling of Fire Island's gay community. Like Wilde's Dorian Grey, Guy never seems to age; at thirty-five he is still modeling, still enjoying lavish gifts from older men who believe he's twenty-three--though their attentions always come at a price. Ambivalently, Guy lets them believe, driven especially by the memory of growing up poor, until he finds he needs the lie to secure not only wealth, but love itself. Surveying the full spectrum of gay amorous life through the disco era and into the age of AIDS, Edmund White (who worked at Vogue for ten years) explores the power of physical beauty--to fascinate, to enslave, and to deceive--with sparkling wit and pathos.

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  In Carrington's Duty Week (1910)
Posted by: WMASG - 12-15-2025, 04:09 PM - Replies (1)

   

John Gambrill Nicholson (the Francis was added later and the -ll/-l spelling varied over the years) was born at Saffron Walden, Essex, the son of an ironmonger's assistant. He was educated locally at the King Edward VI Grammar School before entering upon his career (without any formal qualification) as an English Master at various schools in England and Wales: Buxton (1884–7); Ashton (1887–8); Rydal Mount School, Colwyn Bay (1888–94), where he also coached the football team; Arnold House School, Chester (1894–6); Stationers' School, Hornsey, north London (1896–1925, retired).

His first book of poems Love in Earnest (1892) was dedicated to the memory of his mother, but the first section, a sequence of 50 numbered sonnets (which open with "Some lightly love, but mine is Love in Earnest -/My heart is ever faithful while it hears/An echo of itself in thine, though years/Should pass ere its full passion thou returnest"), was dedicated to "W.E.M." This was the flaxen-haired blue-eyed William Ernest Mather (1877–99)—second son of Sir William Mather—a pupil of his at Rydal Mount School 1888–90, who died young after being thrown from his horse. A photograph of Nicholson with Ernest, taken at Llandudno in June 1889, was published in The Book Collector (Summer 1978). The dedicatees of other individual poems, referred to only by their initials, can be identified in many cases from the school register. 
   

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  Vampire Junction 1991 (1986)
Posted by: WMASG - 12-15-2025, 04:05 PM - Replies (1)

   


Vampire Junction is the title of S. P. Somtow's 1984 novel, the first in a series about Timmy Valentine, a 12-year-old rock star who is actually a 2,000-year-old vampire. Unpublished for many years and rejected by over two dozen publishers, the novel uses a novel narrative technique inspired by the rapid intercutting of MTV music videos, and elevated the gore quotient of the horror novel to an unprecedented level by importing the imagery of "splatter" films to the literary novel. When finally published by Donning, a small press, the book became immensely influential and is considered by some to be ancestral to the "splatterpunk movement" in gothic literature along with novels like Some of Your Blood by Theodore Sturgeon. Later, the book was published by Berkley/Ace and Tor Books, and has remained in print ever since.

The novel was voted one of "forty all-time greatest horror books" by the Horror Writers Association. It has currently been reissued by Diplodocus Press. It has been translated into French (three editions), German under the title Ich bin die Dunkelheit, Japanese, Thai, and Russian.

S. P. Somtow has written two sequels to Vampire Junction, Valentine and Vanitas.

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  A Boyhood in the Dust Bowl, 1926-1934 (1995)
Posted by: WMASG - 12-15-2025, 04:01 PM - Replies (1)

   


The sign outside town on U.S. Highway 62 read: OKEMAH/ POPULATION 4,002. My grandfather, George NewmanPop to mesaid he and I made up the “2” and that without us it would seem odd that the town had an even four thousand people. I never questioned anything my grandfather said. In 1931, when many things were being examined in America, a nine-year-old boy had no reason to doubt his grandfather’s word.
Back in 1931, there was a great deal of certainty in America, in Oklahoma, and in Okemah. Okemah was still a community with a healthy outlook, even though there were a few empty storefronts on Broadway, the town’s mile-long commercial street. Oil, corn, and cotton were Okfuskee County’s staples, and until the depression struck, people talked more about the weather than money. The important things for a nine-year-old boy were ice-cream cones, ten-cent movies, bib overalls that seldom needed laundering, and plenty of sidewalks for roller-skating. Okemah had all those things in abundance, or so it seemed in 1931, when I became aware of worldly pleasures. To a boy born in 1922, none of the worries of the men who read the stock market pages with dread meant anything. My closest exposure to all this in 1931 was Pop’s remark that my dad had lost some money in a “bucket shop,” investing a few hundred dollars in something called “Cities Service.” At that time, the lack of cash did not mean a denial of the good things of life.
Five years earlier, in 1926, I had moved to Okemah, my presence there determined by a family conference after my father died. Circumstances decreed that I would be living temporarily, it was assumed, with my grandparents in Okemah. My grandfather had been bypassed by the prosperity of the twenties, but he still had a big house, an income, and a wife. Born in England, he was a toddler when his parents migrated to an Illinois farm around 1880. He left Illinois and moved to Oklahoma shortly after statehood in 1907. Oklahoma was hardly a decade old when he established a custom milling business near one of the county’s cotton gins.
Pop had buried his first wife in Illinois and remarried fairly soon after arriving in Okemah. His new wife was Chestina E. Gorman, and the marriage apparently went wrong from the start. My mother moved out of the house as soon as she graduated from high school, then taught school for a year and married my father late in 1921. She wanted to escape Pop’s drinking and her difficult relationship with Mom, as I called my stepgrandmother at her insistence. Born in 1900, my father left an Okfuskee County farm to work in an auto supply store in Okmulgee; he courted my mother while she taught school before they married. But in a few years my mother’s world collapsed. My father caught pneumonia late in March 1926, died within a week, and was buried on Easter Sunday.
My father’s life insurance barely paid for the funeral, leaving his wife with two babies (I was three, my sister, Ruth Ann, barely a year old) and no money. A hasty family conference settled thingsthe small frame house on North Taft was turned back to the mortgage company, and my sister was sent to live with my father’s childless sister and her husband on their farm near Okemah. I went to Okemah to stay with my grandparents until my mother was able to unite her family again.
Meanwhile, she went to work in an Okmulgee department store, as a five-dollar-a-week clerk in the dry goods department, and hoped to see her children often. The two-lane paved highway between Okmulgee and Okemah was a mostly straight concrete ribbon thirty-two miles long; or, as my grandfather said, ‘‘two gallons of gas and one flat tire” away from Okemah’s town limits.

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