Monthly Archives: February 2011
City Boy: My Life in New York During the 1960s and ’70s – Edmund White (Bloomsbury USA)
Parallel Lies – Stella Duffy (Bywater Books)
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Hollywood bearding is nothing new, despite Tom Cruise and
Katie Holmes. Back in the forties, Barbara Stanwyck did it for Robert Taylor
and the next decade brought us Rock Hudson and Phyllis Gates. The premise, then,
for Stella Duffy’s Parallel Lies is not unique—but its frank, knowing
Yana Ivanova is the biggest star in Hollywood, with a
beautiful mansion, a wonderful career and a boyfriend named Jimmy McNeish. Yana
even has a British personal assistant named Penny—who is really the one
Yana sleeps with. Jimmy doesn’t mind, however. He has his own life in his own
part of the house, and thanks to his proximity to Yana, his own career is
booming. This cozy arrangement is fine and dandy until the blackmail letters
start arriving. And then someone gets killed.
Narrated by Yana’s PA, Penny, Parallel Lies is a
witty, knowledgable look inside not only Hollywood, but inside celebrity
itself. Duffy paints a fascinating portrait of the intricate relationship between
Yana, Penny and Jimmy, as well as their manager, Felix. Even more interesting
is what happens when things start to unravel and everyone scrambles to pick up
Two neatly done twists near the end—one I saw coming and one
I didn’t—keep the reader guessing until the last page is turned. Who is sending
the blackmail letters becomes far less important than how everyone reacts to
them and the dangers they present, but the star of the show is Penny. Her
manipulation and machinations truly drive all the relationships here, and her
voice is magnificent. By turns cynical and hopeful, Duffy does a fantastic job
of conveying a woman who is in love with celebrity but hates it at the same
What I kept re-reading, however, was the confrontation between
Jimmy and Yana, who suspects him of sending the blackmail letters. Duffy
captures this relationship truth dead on:
had both gone farther than each expected and were now
in a totally new place. That accidental leap from middle-
via a huge fight to suddenly all-over. It happens
day, every hour. Another couple bites the dust by letting the
go on just that five minutes too long, those three hundred
that allow the withheld acid to spill out and corrode the
ground on which they stand.”
Beautifully written. If you’ve ever been in a relationship,
you know this moment and Duffy gets every second of it right. Parallel Lies is
a wickedly enjoyable read, full of fat, juicy truths that anyone will
Except, possibly, Tom and Katie.
Reviewed by Jerry Wheeler
Kiss of Noir – Clara Nipper (Bold Strokes Books)
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Sequels are always a tricky proposition. You have to play a
different song while hitting the same notes. Clara Nipper’s tough-babe
basketball coach Nora Delaney strikes similar chords in Kiss of Noir as
she did in 2009’s Femme Noir, but there are some substantial differences
that, perhaps, make this an even stronger work.
Ever the hotheaded powderkeg, Delaney loses her college
coaching position after she coldcocks a fellow coach during a nationally
televised game. Smarting from the resulting media frenzy, she lays low in
N’awlins with her cousin, wealthy pawn-shop owner Ellis, and his no-nonsense,
rule-bound wife Sayan. Well, she lays as low as Nora Delaney can anyway—getting
involved with dangerous white women, graveyard sex and, yes, a murder.
Coming in three-quarters of the way through the book, the
murder is not as central to the story here as it was in Femme Noir. The
forceful anti-white diatribe has also been toned down, narrowing and focusing
Delaney’s voice, which is both a boon and a blessing. As written by Nipper,
Nora Delaney is whipsmart and colorful, as are all the characters
here—including the fierce yet tender and motherly Sayan. Nipper’s NOLA setting
also works well, especially in the pawn shop scenes between Delaney, store
manager Cleo and hanger-on Drew. Together, they play dominoes, discuss life and
wait on the occasional customer.
In terms of plot, not much really happens other than the
aforementioned murder, which is very chilling. Delaney finds out how her cousin
has made his fortune, but that’s no big revelation. Delaney escapes to New
Orleans for a rest, and that’s pretty much what she gets. Rather than being a
holding pattern book, though, Nipper uses this sequel to enrich and deepen
Delaney. And you don’t have to read the first book to enjoy this one. It’s
definitely a stand-alone.
Kiss of Noir is an interesting, gritty read
with lots of character and will have you looking forward to the next Delaney
A Pornography of Grief – Philip Huang (Signal 8 Press)
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As I said by way of introduction to another book recently,
it’s all about the title for me. A good one has me instantly hooked, and Philip
Huang’s A Pornography of Grief is wonderful. Regardless of what it
actually means, it makes me think of a collective noun—you know, like a murder
of crows—which is perfect for this stunning collection of short stories.
Being the survivor, the one left behind, is not an easy
role. Your entire way of life dies with your loved one, and you mourn for both.
Your grief is not only for the dead, but for yourself as well. Huang pictures
this brilliantly. All of these stories feature disconnected survivors
desperately searching in the unknown dark for a solid piece of something on
which they can rebuild.
If you’re looking for linear storytelling, however, there’s
little of that here. Most of the pieces are impressionistic, with short smears
of just enough context for you to understand how these individuals are
mourning. But far from being bothersome, this is actually a relief. The pool of
grief is deep, and it’s dangerous to drink too much. The sips Huang holds to
our lips are more than enough.
Take, for example, the opener “Pineola Inn,” or the chilling
dead baby story “Okra,” or the intense relationship between a man’s mother and
his lover in “The Widow Season.” If we were to get more than glimpses of the
heartbreaking sadness of these stories, it would be far too much to bear. We
would need to distance ourselves, like the female protagonist in “American
Widow,” who writes her sorrow and continually regrets it.
But all is not sadness in Huang’s world. The hilarious
“Colin Farrell’s Penis” and the oddly haunting “The Chair” about a strange
museum piece and a race of mutant boys who have tongues in their anuses provide
oases of relief as do the disconnected TV viewers in “House Party.”
Really, though, anywhere you choose to dip into A
Pornography of Grief, you will find something thought-provoking and
worthwhile. Huang’s prose is close to poetry and I’ve read very few writers who
can create three-dimensional characters with soft, subtle brush strokes and the
telling detail. This is truly iceberg writing, nine-tenths of it being below
This is the initial offering from Marshall Moore’s new
publishing venture, Signal 8 Press, and he’s found a winner in Philip Huang.
Let’s hope this is the beginning of a long and happy collaboration.
Reviewed by Jerry Wheeler
The Road Home – Michael Thomas Ford (Kensington Press)
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Seven years ago I read Michael Thomas Ford’s first book, Last
Summer. Hated it. This year, Kensington Press sent me three
hardcover copies of The Road Home—enough to send out as Christmas gifts.
Feeling guilty that Kensington spent $72.00 (list price, not including postage)
on this insignificant, pissant book critic, I figured I might at least crack
one of them open. As sometimes happens, The Road Home turned out to be a
Photographer Burke Crenshaw is involved in a car accident
that leaves him needing full time care after he gets out of the hospital.
Unable to tolerate his friends—who feel the same way about him—he ends up
staying with his father and his new wife in his childhood bedroom. He meets
Will Janks, the closeted son of his former best friend Mars, beginning a
relationship of sorts with the young man. But he also finds himself involved
with a Civil War mystery, Radical Faeries and patching up his relationship with
If, after reading the synopsis, you think you know the
ending, you’d probably be right. Crenshaw does, at least, come to accept his
father and his home for what they both are. I mean, it’s not called The Road
Home for nothing. But who he ends up with romantically is a surprise, as is
the solution to the Civil War mystery—which ties the Radical Faeries in neatly
at the end. Since Last Summer, Ford has culled most of the bland,
predictable stereotypes from his repertoire, replacing them with neatly detailed
characters picking their way through a plot that has some interesting twists
Ford’s settings have also improved. His Vermont small town
is credible and well-crafted, as chilly and no-nonsense as the people who
inhabit it. The dialogue pops, without ever sounding contrived or unnatural,
and his prose is nice and clean—scrubbed of the relentless head-hopping found
in so many books today. I also liked the way Ford handled the Radical Faeries,
gently joshing them but retaining a sense of reverence for their mission and
philosophy. I wish the Civil War mystery had a bit more to do with the main
plot, but that complaint is minor at best.
The Road Home proved to be an entertaining,
winning read whose intriguing plot and interesting characters were as
satisfying as sweet Vermont maple syrup over hotcakes on a cold morning.
And if anyone wants a copy, I have two left.
Reviewed by Jerry Wheeler
Normal Miguel – Erik Orrantia (Cheyenne Publishing)
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Some books trap you in reality and others charm you with
their wit, but I love those that take me places. Setting is just as important
as plot and character and becomes even more crucial for some stories. Erik
Orrantia’s Normal Miguel is one of those tales.
Miguel Hernandez, a fresh-faced first year teacher just out
of school goes to complete a one-year internship in the rural town of Puebla.
He finds a stern yet understanding Directora, a randy baker and a rag-tag
assortment of poverty-stricken students, but he also finds candymaker Ruben,
who awakens Miguel’s love and compassion. They face a year’s worth of trials
and tribulations, learning about themselves and their own families in this
gracefully romantic book.
Much of the magic for me comes with the portraits of rural
Mexico Orrantia presents to us. Framed in dusty shades of brown, gold and
chocolate, his landscapes involve and engulf the reader, supplying an engaging
backdrop for the drama that takes place in them. And the story of Miguel finding, rejecting
and finally accepting love is just as dramatic as they come.
Life inside the walls of the school reminds me of the town
of Macondo in Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude. Orrantia
hasn’t developed that sweep or scope or mastery of magical realism, but there
are enough similarities to convince me he will in time. My one small quibble is
that Miguel and Ruben’s relationship is accepted by the school and the town too
easily and too widely to be entirely convincing but perhaps Orrantia means that
to be one more wrinkle in the veil of fantasy that shades this book.
Miguel’s students are also important in the story, and
nowhere do they make more of an impact than in my favorite scene in the book.
Miguel has given them so much of himself that they want to give him something
of equal importance, leading to a funny, touching scenario that involves an
abandoned warehouse and a shoeless bride wearing a stolen wedding dress. It’s
marvelous. Erik Orrantia’s Normal Miguel is a deep, rich, warm and
rewarding tale that will take the chill off the coldest winter’s night.
No matter where you are.
Reviewed by Jerry Wheeler
I like to Watch: Gay Erotic Stories, edited by Christopher Pierce – Cleis Press
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You’ve heard it here many times before that it’s hard to
have every story in an anthology work, and Pierce’s, I Like to Watch may have
broken that old saying. Now I’m not saying that all seventeen stories worked
for me. There were a few that I felt were a bit tired and weak in their
originality. What this collection does have that many anthologies today don’t
is a great line up of seasoned talented authors and even a few hot, sexy tales
from names you may not be so familiar.
I’m not going to review each individual story in the
collection, I’ll let you be the judge of what works and what doesn’t. What I
will share with you are my top picks in no particular order.
Shafted by Harley Jackson
How do you like your sailors? Harley obviously likes them
hot and Harley delivers them steaming onto the page. The story is set in San
Francisco in a temporary housing complex for sailors. Nice thing about this
complex is that it has a very active outdoor air shaft where everyone can watch
the action. The next time I’m in San Francisco I’m going to have to find myself
some temporary housing. What a great way to get to know your neighbors. Shafted
was brilliantly told and incredibly hot.
Eclipse by Dale Chase
Dale as always delivers an incredibly original story that is
sultry, hot, and sexy from beginning to end. Two men agree to meet on the roof
top of a four story city building to watch what else, the lunar eclipse, but they
get more than they bargained for when a man across the way decides to have sex
with not one but several hot guys during the eclipse. There are plenty of full
moons in Dale story and they have nothing to do with the planets. Dale let’s
her characters explode across the page with vivid descriptions and scorching
Good Boy by Jeff Mann
Jeff Mann has a way with words with everything he writes,
and Good Boy isn’t any different. It’s a beautifully told S/M story between a
married man and his secret lover set in the back room of a store on a cold
snowy night. The story is touching, heartfelt but it still delivers an amazing
erotic punch. If these two characters don’t pull at your heartstrings, than you
need to check your pulse.
Hot, Buttered Boner – Rob Rosen
Rob Rosen does it again with an original and creative story
that will definitely melt your butter. The story is set in an empty movie
theater. As the action heats up, the two men quickly move into the bathroom where
a very nosey usher is about to interrupt them. Now I know why people always set
their popcorn between their legs.
Tinted Windows – Shane Allison
What does carry out fried chicken, a horny man and a parking
lot have to do with each other? Not much unless you’re Shane Allison, and then
the three have everything in common. Once again Shane delivers a quick and hot
release for anyone to enjoy. Hmmm, chicken grease, never thought of that one!
The Boy in the Chair – Christopher Pierce
You don’t find too many editors these days that will submit
something for their own anthology, but Christopher Pierce does and does it well
in his hot little piece as one man decides to give his watcher a night to
No matter how many voyeur/exhibition anthologies come out,
everyone likes to watch, or to be watched. Come on you know you do. So which
are you a voyeur or an exhibitionist? If you don’t know, perhaps this collection
can help you figure it all out. There’s something in here for everyone. It’s
okay, we won’t tell take a peek!
Reviewed by William Holden
Vancouver Nights – Hank Edwards (Lethe Press)
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One of the best things about creating a franchise character
(like Anthony Bidulka’s Russell Quant or Greg Herren’s Scotty Bradley) is
consistency. Their authors write them with solid assurance and their regular
readers can’t wait to find out how they get into—and out of—their latest
adventures. Such is the case with Hank Edwards’ porn movie fluffer Charlie
Heggensford and his latest appearance in Vancouver Nights.
This time, Charlie finds himself in Vancouver, temporarily
unemployed as a result of a porn actors strike he inadvertently caused. His
host is ex-porn star Brent Harrington, who now runs a pet store called Canadian
Critters. But Harrington has his own problems. Someone has been stealing
animals from all the pet stores in Vancouver and setting Harrington up as the
chief suspect. Who’s stealing the pets? Can Harrington catch the culprits and
clear his name? How can Charlie help? More importantly, who do they have sex
Edwards answers these questions and more with originality.
Who else could create a horny trucker who gets off on posing dolls to mimic the
sexual acrobatics he’s performing at the time? Forget BDSM—that’s true
kink, dear. And no Heggensford tale would be complete without Charlie’s
nemesis, pissy, prissy porn director Cedric Wilmington (and his little dog,
Wise writer that Edwards is, he knows full well that
pointing to a joke is tantamount to assassinating it. Instead, he creates
interesting characters, puts them in unique situations and gets the hell
offstage so they can entertain the reader. And entertain they do. From
Charlie’s Benadryl-induced hysterics in a dungeon to the
behind-the-bowling-alley sexcapade with a tenpin, there’s wild sex and
merriment to be had by all.
But as fun as Vancouver Nights is, I can’t help but
wonder what marvels would await us if Edwards essayed something non-genre.
Until then, however, we have Charlie, Billy, Brent and Cedric. Oh yes, and the
trucker with the dolls.
And you thought people didn’t bend that way …
Reviewed by Jerry Wheeler