The Truth is Bad Enough: What Became of the Happy Hustler?, by Michael Kearns. CreateSpace, 294 pages, $15.95 paper.
First he was a precocious boy, acting in and directing plays – and reveling in sex with older men – before he finished high school. Then he was a serious actor, a serious drunk, a serial sexaholic, and, in the mid-1970s, a celebrated hoaxster, doing the talk show circuit as “Grant Tracy Saxon,” alleged author of a fake memoir, The Happy Hustler, all the while selling his body to eager johns (and appearing in a couple of episodes of The Waltons). Next came hard-won sobriety, AIDS activism, HIV infection, a series of searing one-man performances and of shimmering collaborations with his professional colleague, the late James Carroll Pickett. And now, still acting and directing (and surviving), Kearns is reveling in his finest role – father to an African-American child he adopted more than 15 years ago. Kearns is unsparing in recounting his addictive days, candid about how his queer and AIDS activism impacted his Hollywood career and – in the final chapters – luminous in imparting the love he shares with his daughter, who now aspires to be an actor, just like dad. This multi-textured memoir shimmers.
Being Emily, by Rachel Gold. Bella Books, 210 pages, $15.95 paper.
Big hands, broad shoulders, solid biceps, hard chest, lanky swim team-honed body – teenager Christopher is all boy. But there’s a girl within, and her name is Emily. Around other lads, “Chris” slips into manly mode to avoid being the prey of high school bullies, but sets an alarm clock to 4 a.m. in order, behind a securely locked door, to don soft clothes and imagine a more feminine world. Chris’s goth girlfriend, Claire, is repelled when Chris tells her, heart racing, that “I’m a girl” – though she soon becomes a makeup-applying conspirator; Chris’s parents are both condescending and confrontational when they learn of Emily; even Chris’s first therapist insists that being an Emily is perverted. Salvation comes through a trans support group, a more supportive therapist and – a nice touch – fumbling but loving acknowledgement and semi-acceptance by Chris’s father. Gold’s young adult novel about the emotional and physical transition from boy to girl – despite repeated cloying, too-coy references to “boy parts”; what’s so awful about calling a penis a penis? – is a graceful novel about transitions.
Back when Alyson Books was a going concern, then-editor Joseph Pittman published Love, Bourbon Street, celebrating New Orleans; Love, Castro Street, celebrating San Francisco; and Love, West Hollywood, celebrating Los Angeles. Missing? New York, of course. So, after a years-long hiatus, the queer-city series returns, at last, from a new press and to the city of Stonewall. Gay comic Bob Smith opens with a profoundly personal essay blending a brief history of LGBT comics, a memory-lane remembrance of early New York days, and a no-self-pity-here account of the progression of his Lou Gehrig’s disease (“I don’t even like baseball!”). Gay comic Eddie Sarfaty nicely bookends the collection with a closing essay about welcoming his sophisticated Manhattan friends to his mother’s very suburban home for an irreligious Passover feast. In between, mystery author Val McDermid recalls her first wide-eyed visit to Greenwich Village, publicist Michele Karlsberg reveals queer Staten Island, and more than 20 other writers (Thomas Glave’s is a most astoundingly literary reflection) tell how Manhattan and the boroughs shaped their queer lives.
“I just want to live long enough to be a grandfather – that’s my goal,” I tell her. “You’ll live to be eighty-five,” Tia proclaims, not joking but introducing a certain gravitas. “Honey, what about my poor feet? I don’t think I can live twenty-five more years with this pain.” “They’ll be able to make you new feet by then.” I laugh. “It’s true, I suppose. I’ll be the grandpa with fake feet!” As our years together have unfolded, it does seem that Tia may take the world by storm before I take my permanent leave. For so many years, my overriding fear was that I’d die before she was the age of emancipation. But it now feels like I’ll be chirping plaintively in an empty nest.
– from The Truth is Bad Enough
LOVE AND MARRIAGE (IN)EQUALITY: The politics and passions behind the American push for traditional marriage and the pushback against same-sex marriage are the focus of Melanie Heath’s One Marriage Under God: The Campaign to Promote Marriage in America, now available from New York University Press ($24 paper) … BATTLES OVER GAY marriage are the focus of Sasha Issenberg’s The Engagement, an account of the unprecedented political, social and legal transformations over a quarter century that have moved marriage equality from the margins of American life to the mainstream and seen it endorsed by President Obama and supported by a majority of American adults; the narrative history is a 2013 title from Crown Books … IN A LIGHTER VEIN, Manhattan playwright (The Boys Upstairs) and Soho House event planner Jason Mitchell has sold Getting Groomed – a mostly serious (fine food, festive flowers) and sometimes facetious (“where to seat the homophobic uncle”) guide for gay grooms on how to negotiate the ins and outs of fabulous nuptials – to Chronicle Books, heading to the publication altar next year … AND IN KEN O’NEILL’S farcical first novel, The Marrying Kind, wedding planner Adam More and his not-yet-wedded hubby Steven Worth launch a boycott of the wedding industry, causing florists, cater-waiters, hairdressers, organists and other wedding-connected queers to withdraw their services to protest marriage inequality; the romantic call to arms is now available from Bold Strokes Books ($16.95 paper).
*Richard Labonte has been reading, editing, selling, and writing about queer literature since the mid-’70s. He can be reached in care of this publication, or at BookMarks@qsyndicate.com.