Anyone read this book? Its the second of his "autobiographical" novels, the first exploring his opiate addiction and this one exploring his homosexuality. This book feels somehow very very relative to me, at this point in my life: having a complete obsession with someone who is just plain uninterested in you (or other guys, for that matter...), and every negative comment they make towards you just crushes your spirit. I can see a lot of myself in the main character, frighteningly enough Its a short, unfinished novel, so if you want a book that really exposes the pain that can accompany unrequited love/lust/everything in between, I highly recommend you pick this up.
From Queer: "Scenes from the chaotic, drunken month passed before his eyes. There was a face he did not recognize, a good-looking kid with amber eyes, yellow hair and beautiful straight black eyebrows. He saw himself asking someone he barely knew to buy him a beer in a bar on Insurgentes, and getting a nasty brush. He saw himself pull a gun on someone who followed him out of a clip joint on Coahuila and tried to roll him. He felt the friendly, steadying hands of people who had helped him home. 'Take it easy, Bill.' His childhood friend Rollins standing there, solid and virile, with his elkhound. Carl running for his streetcar. Moor with his malicious bitch smile. The faces blended together in a nightmare, speaking to him in stange moaning idiot voices that he could not understand at first, and finally could not hear." You can see the instability of the character in that quote, how he drowns the sorrow that comes with being an isolated homosexual...its so sad...
