Depending on your interest, parts of this book can be fascinating. It is a loosely assembled collection of essays about gay writers, told in chronological order, beginning with the life of Oscar Wilde. However, it is not a cohesive study about gay lives, as the title proclaims.
I really liked the introductory chapter. I studied German literature at a very psychology-oriented university, with a German department that loved Kafka. Still, I have NEVER heard it mentioned before that Kafka might have been gay. OMG! That was a new insight. I liked the idea that Tóibín focuses on writers who tick off more than one minority group: gay and Irish (in a British context), gay and Jewish, gay and black. He doesn’t follow that idea through, though. Also, I wondered why he didn't include Henry James or Franz Kafka - it might have been more interesting than some of the later chapters in this book.
Tóibín is always most convincing when he writes about Irish subjects. I extremely enjoyed reading the chapters about Oscar Wilde and Roger Casement. With patent insight, he also briefly mentions other Irish writers, such as WB Yeats, Samuel Beckett, or Roddy Doyle. The chapter about Thomas Mann didn’t tell me anything new, and I thought it was too crammed, with a lot of information about the entire Mann family squeezed into twenty pages. Overall, the book is probably more enjoyable when you have some previous knowledge about its subjects.
However, as you read on, the chapters become thinner and less conclusive, and the book struck me as too disjointed. Three writers in there I had never heard of (Bishop, Gunn, Doty), and I can’t say that Tóibín has piqued my interest. With some chapters, I didn’t even know what was Tóibín’s point (Aldomóvar, Bishop).
So, all in all, this was a very mixed bag with some very ingenious writing, but which also wears a bit thin in places.