Less (Arthur Less, #1)

by Andrew Sean Greer

he wants to say to her. Nothing happened to me. I’m just a homosexual at a Broadway show.

the Democrats had retaken the Senate, and walking into this bar and declaring: “We want to sleep with a Republican! Who’s a Republican?” And every man in the place raising his hand.

mumblety-peg,

“No one has ever been hopelessly in love with me.” “No,” Carlos says. “You always gave them hope, didn’t you?”

A white bob and Antarctic eyes.

“The garden was planted four hundred years ago, when the surrounding area was poplar.” The woman makes a sweeping gesture, and he nods in appreciation. “And now,” Less says, “it’s unpoplar.”