Restraint starts with sex, revolves around sex, and ends with profound wisdom about sex, yet it is not a book about sex. Addiction, the human psyche, our innermost nature and the astonishing beauty of life found in unexpected places—that’s what this book is about, from the point of view of a teen male prostitute.
The first chapter—the first few pages —contain two of Michael’s polar opposite clients—a longtime, cold and callous female client, and a first-time, nervous man who’s in denial about his sexuality. In the ensuing chapters, we meet many more of Michael’s clients, the cruel and the kind, the jaded and the innocent and those who want the best for Michael. Even the johns want Michael to go straight, and think he could do better than prostitution. But Michael loves the sex, is making money hand over fist (pun intended) and sees no reason to change. At least that’s what he tells himself, until two pivotal characters unwittingly start a revolution inside him.
Michael’s confusion about sex and love and touch, and how these have fused inside him, leads to an exploration of his family life and how it led to him becoming a prostitute. But it’s not what you would expect—not another story of abuse with strict black and white borders, not an indictment of prostitution or even of addiction. Michael goes beyond being a character, even a well-drawn one; he is far more than an illustration of any ideal or belief. He’s human, and that’s the most compelling story of all.
Restraint has what I’m always looking for in fiction, and so rarely find: true connection, and instead of a monochrome journey from point A to B, a journey across the whole vivid rainbow spectrum of the human condition.