What sort of audience do Mars-Jones and White have in mind for this collection of short stories concerning themselves with gay lifestyles during the AIDS epidemic: gay men, who for the most part hardly need to be told , or ‘straights’, who, prurient or sympathetic attitudes aside, probably do not want to be told anyway? And why just them? White and Mars-Jones are undoubtedly two of the finest self-identified gay authors currently writing, which tempers the suspicion that the project might have been conceived during a lapse into hubris, but Faber’s commitment to the book, rushing into print in a matter of months, would have offered the ideal opportunity to reconvene the contributors to Mae West Is Dead to get their opinions also.
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