Alex J. writes:
I want to contribute a review of a miraculous book I read. It's called My Dog Tulip, by J.R. Ackerley. Ack was this homo who lived the tortured semi-closeted queebo life in London and died in '67. In My Father and Myself, a subsequent book (published after his death), he writes about his inability to achieve any real connection with other gay guys... Tulip provides a kind of objective correlative to his personal struggles... That's my read on it anyway. It's very arch, very pointed, meticulous, and thorny prose. Not for everyone, but great stuff if you have the stomach for it.