“Maybe I’m a bad writer.”
“No. You’re a very good writer. Kalipso was a chef d’oeuvre. So beautiful, Arthur. I admired it a lot.”
Now Less is stumped. He probes his weaknesses. Too magniloquent? Too spoony? “Too old?” he ventures.
“We’re all over fifty, Arthur. It’s not that you’re a bad writer.” Finley pauses for effect. “It’s that you’re a bad gay.”
―
Andrew Sean Greer,
Less