I've read this book more than one time. For me, it's an escape into both the frivolous goings-ons of a homosexual American before the start of the Second World War, while simultaneously functioning as historical smut-fiction. John Lehmann, in this pseudo-autobiography, recounts details of childhood, first lovers, hookups, places, sights, and smells at a level of detail I only wish I could recount. It's choppy and moves quickly from European location to European location, German twink to Austrian twink, etc. But that's what I like about it. It's such an excellent look into the psychology and sexuality of a gay man in a time that is equally as confusing, tense, and wrought with shifting politics. That being said, I know no one who has read this book. I found it at a used book store in rural Ohio and picked it up out of sheer curiosity. It reveals the life of homosexuals in the best light, while also showing the dirtier, illicit side of things. I would recommend this novel to anyone who's looking for a true escape into a horny, historic world.