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Well, when all else fails, it's always nice when the universe (and its book sales) decides to enhance my rest of 2021 reading possibilities by granting me a copy of one or more works that I've been looking for for nearly a decade.

'Thomas, do you know what they are saying in Rome? They say that when you broke Becket's shrine you took his bones and shot them out of a cannon. Surely it cannot be true?'
'Ambassador, if only I had thought of it...'

A mention of Sag Harbor. I wonder if Delany and Whitehead have ever run into each other.

This'll be my 46th work read by this author, but it'll be my first read since joining this site in 2010. Let's see what's stayed and what's been left behind.

There is a time to be silent. There is a time to talk for your life.

I've had two friend requests now where ignoring them automatically approved them and it took two deletions to get the rando off of my list. Way to make me even more of a paranoid hermit, GRAmazon.

He had a straight roommate named Hal—who, while Phil and I were sitting naked in the living room, walked in in his suit, tie, and winter raincoat, said "Hi," like someone who often found two naked men drinking beer in his apartment on a November afternoon, and retired into his bedroom.

Prayers may be rewritten, but not leases. Hearts may revert to Rome, but the money never will.

Those [...] who saw a strain of fascism running through behaviorism were responding to just this element, as it is the political operationalization of an aesthetic [...] that is the fascist hallmark: "It doesn't matter what it feels like as long as it looks good."

So glad I read and loved 'Dune' long enough ago to remember the gist but also be open to another's interpretation, cause man, the first part of its latest movie was, in a word, epic.

My copy is a library discard marked '3 Week Checkout:, No Renewal.' No wonder they got rid of it so quickly. Even at my regular pace, this would take me a month to get through. To read, yes, but what is that without allowing to savor?

An intensely strong precursive glimmer of Dhalgren here, as the queer nineteen-year-old Delany goes out, barefoot, on the streets of NYC in the wake of his wife's miscarriage.

Didn't think I'd consider this 'compulsively readable,' but here we are.

'Are the arrests finished? Was he the last?'
'Yes, I think so.'
'Is it over, then?'
'Over? Oh, no.'

Only been looking forward to this for a decade. What could go wrong?

Been looking forward to this for a long time.

J.K. Rowling, Joyce Carol Oates, Margaret Atwood. What other white woman with quite a bit of writerly clout wants to reveal themselves as not being worth reading anymore.

I'm glad that the tingling of my queer senses wasn't unfounded.

Random people follow me, and I'm like, lol. Why.

He was on dry land, though he no longer knew if dry land was safe.

And now quite a few original dates of publication have completely lost their minds on this site. Amazing.

The author completely refusing to talk about James I is really quite pathetic. It's called 'Sex With Kings,' not 'Sex With Heterosexuals.'

Finally some queerness. Was worried all the quotations of cishet genital obsessed texts was going to make for total blinkering in that regard.

Every other house in one street might be grieving, yet the merriment of the families that remained untouched couldn't be entirely suppressed.

Love it when people I block show up on my feed. I don't care how many friends I have in common with them or however "popular" a reviewer they are. Every time it happens, it's just GRAmazon pounding it into my face how much they need to sell me their soulless tripe and how they only care about privacy and safety when it's marketable.

Kinda wish I hadn't realized today that the 2021 Nobel Prize for Lit is being announced this week. Nothing like forgetfulness when it comes to forgoing the expectation/disappointment roller coaster.

Another day, another porn bot GRAmazon is too busy shoving beta down our throats to take seriously.

"In fun, I have often threatened my homosexual friends to write a serious, a deep, a moving book on homosexuality." Nin was around and still writing when Baldwin came out with Giovanni's Room. I wonder if she actually seriously engaged with it, or if she ran away and buried her head in the sand, like a typical white cishet woman who likes queerdom only when it doesn't stand up for itself.

Why are all the books I finally acquire after a literal decade of waiting/searching so effing long these days. I want to read them all immediately, but man. The commitment.

My role now was to enable him to play the benefactor and provide him with some distraction—for clearly a hurricane was not novel enough in these parts to count as excitement.