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3.32 AVERAGE
3.32 AVERAGE
emotional
informative
reflective
medium-paced
The author/narrator is so unlikable. Like that pretty boy who wouldn’t even give you the time of day in a bar.
I read this book to better understand gay history, particularly surrounding the AIDS epidemic. But. This was mostly written to stroke the author’s ego.
I read this book to better understand gay history, particularly surrounding the AIDS epidemic. But. This was mostly written to stroke the author’s ego.
a powerful memoir/treatise on growing up and coming to terms with the AIDS epidimic...thoughtful, angry, sentimental, caring, theoretical, intelligent, and moving.
challenging
emotional
informative
reflective
relaxing
slow-paced
challenging
dark
emotional
informative
reflective
sad
slow-paced
I was really excited for this - it sounded so promising and interesting but,
what the hell was that writing? It felt like reading a person's text draft where they try to be at their most pretentious. It reads like a narcissist's diary that find himself to be the only interesting topic on earth.
I also didn't like how the essays were messily organised and didn't connect whatsoever (except for a super large theme).
what the hell was that writing? It felt like reading a person's text draft where they try to be at their most pretentious. It reads like a narcissist's diary that find himself to be the only interesting topic on earth.
I also didn't like how the essays were messily organised and didn't connect whatsoever (except for a super large theme).
reflective
medium-paced
Required reading for gay Millennials, as we stand on the shoulders of giants.
Maybe deserves a half-more star. The subject matter is certainly important, and there are incandescently bright spots in the writing that are truly evocative, provoking, arousing, and fascinating all in turn.
However, there is no connective tissue, even within single essays, sometimes. It feels a bit like being thrown about in a thematic ocean with a writer who is a bit too self-satisfied.
However, there is no connective tissue, even within single essays, sometimes. It feels a bit like being thrown about in a thematic ocean with a writer who is a bit too self-satisfied.