For a good portion of this 2001 novel, shortlisted for the Whitbread First Novel Award, I wasn’t sure where I was going, or if the destination would justify the journey. But the combination of place and character, the particulars of a teenage object of love that continues to burn deep into adulthood, coalesced into something fine and poignant, suffused with a sense of loss and nostalgia. Daniel Rathbone is a high school student in Bath, besotted with Gregory Bray, a cross-country runner. We jump back and forth in time, with varying degrees of success and see Rathbone as an out gay man in London rather oddly irritated with his mother; we see his mother as a young art student being pursued by his father. In letters, we see his father losing battle with cancer. It doesn’t all work—the character of Carey Schumaker, a picked-upon student who turns the tables on them all—never fully comes to life, and the scenes in which we follow the courtship of Daniel Rathbone’s parents might as well come from a different novel. The book is most alive when it’s fully inhabited by Rathbone, especially in his early fumbling with Craig Spillings, and later in a London backroom.