This is a complex
novel but deeply touching.
It sits is a similar
context to Armistead Maupin’s tales from the city, set mostly
within the gay community of the west coast of the USA devastated by
the first wave of AIDS.
There was also an
echo of Ece Temelkuran’s Women Who Blow on Knots – with mysticism
and fantasy, but also because Jacob as an Arab Christian and a
non-White gay man has a status of a minority within a minority.
It is funny, on
played for laughs and one-liners, but there is a humour in a
recurring sense of ridiculous.
It is deeply
painful, the way loss is written so clearly – love lost, love that
maybe wasn’t so perfect in the first place – it perhaps asks the
question does losing imperfect love actually hurt a little harder
that losing a perfect love would?
No comments:
Post a Comment