Larry Mitchell (1) (1939–2012)

An eccentric utopian queer ecology that feels both delicate and deeply grounded at once. I recognized my self and my friends and beloveds so many times while reading this book, in a way that still feels rare. Occasionally naive and/or hamfisted (Mitchell's engagement with the struggles of communities of color, and Native Americans in particular, show clearly his limitations, despite his good intentions). A book that feels both very of the moment of its creation in the 70s, and incredibly timely. I feel deeply grateful to have gotten to read this book, and I know I will be returning to it, and soon.… (meer)