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Bah, school.
I finished the first novel for my 20th century gay literature class. It's a strange feeling, reading again, after being so long lost into textbooks and schoolwork. I didn't think I had missed it as much as I realize I do now.
The book I read was "Giovanni's Room," by James Baldwin. It was astounding. Generally about an American man's struggle with his sexual identity while living in the French quarter, his cruelness to the man he falls in love with (Giovanni) and how it reflects the lies he tells himself to convince his inner turmoil that a man simply cannot love another man. It's also a fairly short read for those of you *cough* with short attention spans for reading.
It's left me fairly contemplative, more so, at least, than melancholy emo. Christ, I have a lot of shit to do this semester.
I finished the first novel for my 20th century gay literature class. It's a strange feeling, reading again, after being so long lost into textbooks and schoolwork. I didn't think I had missed it as much as I realize I do now.
The book I read was "Giovanni's Room," by James Baldwin. It was astounding. Generally about an American man's struggle with his sexual identity while living in the French quarter, his cruelness to the man he falls in love with (Giovanni) and how it reflects the lies he tells himself to convince his inner turmoil that a man simply cannot love another man. It's also a fairly short read for those of you *cough* with short attention spans for reading.
It's left me fairly contemplative, more so, at least, than melancholy emo. Christ, I have a lot of shit to do this semester.