Everybody Loves You: Further Adventures in Gay Manhattan
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Everybody Loves You: Further Adventures in Gay Manhattan
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I open my spiral notebook and pursue the tale of the moment - about, as usual, things I have seen, done, said. I have got to try writing fiction... I do not want to write anymore about people I know, people with feelings that I have been tricked into sharing. I should write books like those I read to Toby, set in fabulous places among bizarre creatures. You can say anything you want to in such tales and no reader will wonder who you are.And: Writers have a hundred dodges but a thousand revelations. Every so often, some of my friends ask pettishly why I never write about them. 'But I do,' I respond, as nicely as possible. Then they grow uneasy.After all the intense self-analysis and fear of intimacy revealed in that chapter, the next story is blessedly light; Little Kiwi's newest project has to do with taping old movies on his new VCR, and the gang stands ready with suggestions. "The Broadway Melody," I offered.The book ends on a lovely note, and proclaims itself to be "the utmost of my report" - but since then Mordden's written another book about this (real? I would like to hope so) family of characters, "All Men are Lookers". I'm almost afraid to start that one because I don't want to reach the end... [Mordden's style is dreamy and a little distant. As he proclaims in the very first story in the very first book, he's into observing life and recording it. Funny thing - in this book, just as I was thinking to myself, "How do his friends stand it, him making notes on everything they do" - I came across a passage where he wrote about his friends calling him on that very thing. I do love Mordden!] |
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