Status Updates From The Swimming-Pool Library

dense prose has never been really my thing, and the debut-novel quality is abundantly clear here, but Hollinghurst was definitely onto something. it feels very touching to read about British gay life in the 80s in an intimate and bold way, like he's not apologising to be himself.

* finished, working on a review for this racist mess *

"There is
nothing worse than making a bid for someone’s body & getting their soul instead."

"I remembered how I had watched those
places where his black, black skin disappeared into his white chef’s
uniform, the wrists and the long, thick neck, and the awareness I
had of his body. As he turned away I followed him with what was
probably a look of stricken devotion. It was the high, haunted
African brow, and the high, rolling African ass, and the long,
dangling, fishing, musical hands."

EWWWWWW