Let me begin this review by saying two things. First, I don’t review many books—I’m a writer, not a book reviewer. But I’m also a reader. And once in a while, often once in too great awhile, I read a book that is different, that offers more than the standard fare, that touches something in me. “When Skies Have Fallen” is exactly such a book.
The second thing is more of a disclaimer. Not only do I consider Deb a friend, she is also my publisher. So to avoid any conflicts of interest, I don’t usually review her books, of which there are many; she is enviably prolific. Yet, this book is so remarkable to let our relationship silence me was unfair to Deb and to any readers I could encourage to read this book.
Arty Clarke, Englishman and Texan Jim Johnson meet each other in, of all places, a dance hall, during the war in the 1940s; they are serving their respective countries, fighting a war neither of them is sure he believes in. We get a very real feel for who each man is—through their shared love for each other, and their devotion to the adorable strays they take under their wing; from Arty’s geek-like knowledge of butterflies, and Jim’s sweet expressed interest in said butterflies, to Jim’s fierce refusal to slip on the hair shirt of shame for loving another man. No pretty pampered insulated boys, are these two. They love through injury and separation and the enmity of those who would condemn them.
The writing is simple and effective an d never overshadows the story being told. One of my favorite lines is simply this: “Arty turned into Jim’s embrace, the smile that usually greeted him absent, in its place manifest passion he was unable to resist.”
At the end when Arty regains something we—and he—assumed had been lost forever, I just about wept with joy.
So, if you’re ready for something that is not the all-too-familiar boy-meets-boy day one, boy shags boy day two and continuously thereafter, this is a book not to be missed. It is most justifiably a 2016 Lambda Literary Award finalist.