In what has become a classic text of literary modernism and sexual desire. The milieu of young gay artists in Greenwich Village in the twenties is splayed through the mists of more eroticism and amorphous ambiguity than one expects in such a compact novel. I would recommend this to anyone interested in the development of queer literature. ( )

I really wanted this novel to be good, wanted to have found a modernist book of the likes of Henry Miller, Gertrude Stein and company, with a gay bohemian spin. I don't think so. I just stuggled to read it, let alone like it. ( )