A book entitled, The Mechanics of Homosexual Intercourse.
The back cover:
Someone somewhere thought, "The writers and editors of post- at Brown University would have a lot to say about this. I will send it to them."
The world itself startles and perplexes me.
Love always,
Clara
The back cover:
TWO BOYS LIE ON A BED, ONE OF THEM IS ALREADY DEAD; they listen to Glenn Gould playing Back and talk about suicide and love. A lonely narrator mourns the end of a relationship and the disappearance of a mysterious object as a frustrated artist jumps out of a moving car on his birthda and runs for the last streetlamp in the universe. Awkward parents and angsty teens negotiate a dark suburban landscape, searching for something they can't name, spelling out balletic sentences of failure and shame. Helicopters menace the night sky, a horse is murdered in a kitchen, victims go missing in swamps of ambiguity, and everybody waits for what the construction of a new road into town will bring: the end of the world or something worse.
Someone somewhere thought, "The writers and editors of post- at Brown University would have a lot to say about this. I will send it to them."
The world itself startles and perplexes me.
Love always,
Clara
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