I was sure I would like this book as I liked other Lear novels, but it was a letdown. To be frank, it's a fuck book and that's not what I wanted or expected- graphic sex I have no problem with, but this is just a porn movie in novel form, hardly the gay Gone with the Wind evoked by the back cover. Moreover, Lear failed fully to convince me his story was appropriate to its American Civil War time period: the familiar tale of every male character being either gay or extremely open to sexual experimentation instantly with any man he meets, in a society unrealistically tolerant of homosexuality and romantic relationships between men.
I think maybe I'm hard on Lear because I know what he's capable of- Palace of Varieties is one of my favourite books and Back Passage was a witty twist on the classic English country house detective novel. Both had their share of sex scenes but these were part of the plot not merely something to string together porn sequences. In Hot Valley however the sex, frequent and relentless, overwhelms storytelling, with the sole intention to arouse like any one-handed read. I enjoyed The Low Road, Lear's Jacobite masturbatory romp but maybe I was less jaded with porn at the time?
On a postive note, it's always nice to read a book that celebrates love between two men as natural. Yet the lovers at the centre of the story spend most of the book apart enjoying one sexual escapade after another only to be reunited near the end in a way that makes it hard to believe either could just give up his promiscuous ways and settle down to socially acceptable domestic bliss- especially since this is 1864 and one is white and the other black.
The sex is standard porn scenario, every possible sequence you could think of, from jailhouse orgy to medical fetish as though Lear had a list to work through. I quickly began to skim over these graphic scenes because they just didn't do anything for me- in the same way as most porn bores me because there's no emotional connection, no point other than arousal. There's a pay-off, finally, when the lovers are reunited having realised what they want more than anything is each other.
There's a dedication to Richard Amory, author of The Song of the Loon trilogy- Lear's book shares Amory's fondness for hairy bear types. It's enjoyable enough, if you like graphic sex with minimal plot interruption, certainly better than most published porn novels I have read but not, I have to say, as good as the best erotic slash fiction you can find online free of charge. Maybe it's unfair to criticise a book written to arouse for going about its business unashamedly, but it surely is possible to write erotic historical romance, telling a well structured story with character development and authentic period feel, and sell books in the numbers required by publishers?