Three adults, a senior, and a child sharing a home, and most of them unrelated. What awaited them, he wondered? Living in the moment had never been his strength, but maybe, just maybe, he’d be too busy to think about anything else.
I honestly think that a gay novel like this, dealing as it does with verboten subjects (well, in the gay community anyway) like ageing and illness, would have been unthinkable even a few years ago. But ‘Pierre & Bill’ itself is a bit of an oddity as it straddles that porous boundary between gay fiction and M/M. It translates politely into there being a lot more sex than you might expect from your gay fiction (not to mention a blissful ignorance of gender politics, pronouns, and women characters in general).
This is not to trivialise Patrick Doyle’s achievement in this wonderful novel, which I was a tad sceptical to read due to that addendum to the title, ‘A Love Story’. Yes, it is, but thankfully not of the cloying, sentimental, nostalgic, unconsummated, or completely unrelatable kind that so often bedevils M/M fiction.
This is real life, warts-and-all. Which is not to suggest that ‘Pierre & Bill’ is a depressing read. The characters are so well rounded that the reader follows their journey and learns with them along the way. I do not want to divulge the bittersweet central axis around which the novel revolves, suffice it to reflect, in the words of Armistead Maupin, that it is about finding your true family and where you belong unconditionally.
The star of the book is the irrepressible Pierre, affectionately known as ‘Tonton’ (that is a whole other story). We initially encounter Pierre, accompanied by Bill, in a prostate clinic awaiting an appointment.
One cannot imagine an, er, larger affront to a gay man’s dignity than prostate trouble – especially for someone as opiniated, and yet quite private and insular, as Pierre. He might be the belle of the ball whether in a hospital room or at an intimate dinner at home, but we soon learn that Tonton has many layers. And not all of them are tulle. There is a lot of iron in there as well.
The book reminded me of another of my favourite writers, Stephen McAuley, who also leans towards the more confrontational ‘queer’ than the somewhat sanitised term ‘gay’ in today’s somewhat reactionary, and right-leaning, social, political, and sexual cultural milieu.
Both writers feature deeply flawed, yet deeply human, characters scarred by their own history, upbringing (and particular idiosyncrasies) but who stay true to the elemental spirit of love. Which is a living force animating the world as much as it is a gender or sexual preference.
It is clear that Tonton’s story is far from finished, or he just has a lot more to tell us, as Doyle has a sequel out called ‘Pierre & Bill Now’. Which is funny, as I can just hear Pierre disdainfully tell the author that the ‘now’ should be replaced with ‘In Decrepitude’. You go, Tonton. Live life to the last breath.