My perspective now makes gives me the feeling of reading a Fitzgerald novel with erotic scenes, as if he had written Harlequin romance novels. Charlie Mills meets Peter Marshall through his grandmother C.B. who almost forces them to be together, even though she does not approve of it. It is a boy meets boy, boy leaves boy and gets married to a psychopathic theater girl, boy becomes rent boy, and then they end up together in a twisted turn of fate which involves a bandage around a delicate appendage. There is a surprising twist involving C.B.'s real father (it has to do with a plantation) that makes the lovable woman almost as much as a lunatic as Charlie's wife Hattie. I guess this is a book about two interesting women, from a psychological viewpoint. One thing that bothered me was where did all the money come from that everyone seemed to manifest out of thin air. C.B. was rich. Hattie's parents were rich. Even Walter, an art collector who literally wanted to own Peter simply tossed $50K away like it was nothing. All this pre-World War II. This is book one of a trilogy that I plan to read this year. Three decades after the initial reading, I found it quaint but out of place today.
The title refers to a minor character telling the boys that as long as it is love, the Lord won't mind. Interestingly, Sapphire, the former servant of C.B. (a foreshadowing of the secret twist) would become a famous singer, something unheard of in the 30's for a black woman. This would contrast with the judgmental vision of C.B., Hattie, and other white characters who thought themselves above black people.
This novel was pretty daring for its time, as I do not recall many other gay romance novels in the 70's, especially ones sitting in plain view in the fiction section of a mainstream bookstore. Now you would find reprints (with horrible cover art) in the gay section, almost hidden away so that only people who know where to look would find them. I was one of those people.
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