An important addition to the literature of the period, Gentleman Jigger is the story of two brothers. Aeon, who passes for white and becomes a famous poet, faces the conundrums of love across the color line. Stuartt, who is openly homosexual-as was the author-joins the younger intellectuals of Harlem in defying authority figures, both black and white, at the notorious “Niggeratti Manor.” After the group disperses, Stuartt moves to Greenwich Village and becomes sexually involved with a young hoodlum. Charming and audacious, Stuartt eventually seduces one of the gangster’s top bosses, Orini, before his friendships with Wayne, a young heiress, and Bebe, Orini’s “moll,” set them all spinning in a whirlwind of jazz-age glamour and celebrity...that ends in an ironic dénouement.
I wanted to like this more than I did. The writing is snap, the observances matter of fact, the complex politics of integration and the Harlem ("Negro") Renaissance interesting...but it doesn't maintain that steam it starts with.
Written between 1928 and 1933, this forthright roman à clef of the Harlem Renaissance is a more daring counterpart to Wallace Thurman's 1932 satire Infants in the Spring, in which Nugent appears as the dilettantish bisexual painter Paul Arbian. His alter-ego here is the equally outré Stuartt—yes, with two t's—an outspoken firebrand whose decadent Wildean aesthetic flies in the face of the dominant socially motivated ethos of "the New Negro." A rebel's rebel, Stuartt is equally unapologetic about passing as white and identifying as queer. Lengthy polemic dialogues, no doubt lifted from real life, vividly capture the cultural ferment and strife of the time. In the loose, melodramatic second half, Stuartt moves downtown to Greenwich Village, hustling rough trade and sleeping his way up through the ranks of gangsters until he lands in Chicago, the dual plaything of a mafia don and a lady socialite named Wayne. All but forgotten, the book was finally assembled from drafts and published in 2008, thanks to the efforts of Thomas Wirth, who provides an insightful introduction and afterword. Decades ahead of its time, this taboo-defying work of unproblematized queer Black identity is less successful as a novel than as a front-row seat to a momentous era, spent in the vibrant company of a truly original iconoclast.
I enjoyed this book. I think that as a young artist the Harlem Renaissance has always been an inspiration. During the time I was reading this book, I lived in Harlem. It was amazing being able to almost walk the same steps that those artist had walked. I think that this book exposes some great themes: Sexuality during the period, "passing" and the vibrancy of artist and intellectuals of the period.
I was torn between 3 and 4 stars on this one. The novel doesn't seem to be quite finished and it could have used another edit. However, the second half of the novel is amazing for its frank discussion of homosexual desire and the nature of desire in general; the first half is a great complement to Thurman's Infants of the Spring.