Two anthologies put together before Trump’s nomination and published before his election encourage reflection on our recent history and its lessons. They also complement one another well and deserve to be read together.
Issues Archives: Bodies in Motion
The Night Ocean by Paul LaFarge Penguin Press. 389 pages, $27. HORROR WRITER H. P. Lovecraft (1890–1937) often used the word “queer” in his stories. Old architecture, tomes of forbidden knowledge, and unholy religious rites were all described as queer. From the context, a reader assumes he used it as an archaic […]
Over the course of three summers, Mark Seliger photographed seventy transgender women and men, representing a range of ages, races, and gender expression. On Christopher Street is his celebration of their lives.
The New Old Me is animated by humorous takes on L.A., like the obsession with exercise. Maran describes L.A. workouts as wildly more intense than those of the Bay Area. In her old Berkeley gym, “the first drop of sweat was my signal to stop, sit down, and have a cold drink,” …
My Father’s Closet by Karen A. McClintock Ohio State University Press. 256 pages, $29.95 WRITING in a recent issue of The New Yorker, Daniel Mendelsohn describes taking a trip with his elderly father. In the article, he remarks: “Our parents are mysterious to us in ways that we can never quite be mysterious […]
Toward the end of Jews Queers Germans, the description of the breakdown of government in the Weimar Republic, with the various political parties fighting for power, can sometimes be overwhelming.
Eros and Dust by Trebor Healey Lethe Press. 216 pages, $18. WITH ALL the rancor in the air lately about “bad hombres” running amok in the U.S., you don’t hear much about the other hombres traveling south of the border: gay sex tourists, the subject of several of the stories in Trebor Healey’s […]
In keeping with its name, Gently Down the Stream proceeds at a leisurely pace, but Gabriel Ebert’s hyperactive Rufus keeps the emotional narrative percolating.
SOME MONTHS AGO, an older gentleman at the center of a wide circle of friends his own age and younger died. A week after the funeral a text arrives from a fellow mourner: “I miss that queen.” So do I. But it occurred to me that had that message shown up on someone else’s phone, the digital equivalent of a wrong number, it would almost certainly have mystified the receiver.
Sweet Bird of Youth, however, is how sexual it is. … Cat on a Hot Tin Roof to Sweet Bird of Youth to even a one-act like “At Liberty”—though in a play that I see two nights later, The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore, that life force is nearly spent.