Dear God. Just when you thought it was safe to dust the bookshelves…
What in the world is this doing on the shelf? And why does this keep happening to me? It must have been lurking here among the other books for years and years, which means it’s been packed and moved more than a few times. I guess some editor sent a copy. Most likely I’d been complaining (not that I ever complain) about how magazines never assign me anything but gay vampire novels. That’ll teach me to keep my mouth shut.
So what’s this thing about anyway? Let me just flip through… hmm...
Apparently, there are “straight” men out there who have sex with other men. Seriously? I mean, who knew?
Dear God. (Did I say that already?) Perhaps this seemed like more of a revelation ten years ago. At least, Oprah’s audience seemed to think so, judging from the chapter titles, and a sizable number of women out there in television-land subsequently came forward seeking advice. So many questions. How can you tell if your boyfriend has a boyfriend? What are the signs? According to the author, the cards and letters just poured in.
It must have felt like only a few weeks went by between King’s first appearance on Oprah to tout “On the Down Low: A Journey into the Lives of Straight Black Men Who Sleep with Men” and the release of this companion volume. Oh, wait. Check the dates. It was only a few weeks. Fast work. Anyway, the point is that the "DL" had already entered the pop lexicon, and if this sequel got cranked out in record time, numerous related titles had already logged in on this hot topic. And the list has only grown since. I may never dare to dust again.
I’m glad I passed on the review though. It’s hard to know what to say here, and applying normal standards almost seems churlish. King chats on about his talk show appearances and his photo spreads in JET and ESSENCE. Then there’s page after page of confessional memoir, replete with moral lessons so preachy that even the sexual content (recounted in an “and then we sexed each other down” style) boasts a sort of weird twelve-step quality. I mean, the acknowledgements section lists Jesus Christ… after Oprah. 'Nuff said.
Sometimes even skimming is hard work.