Home Again, Home Again
Ugh.
Home Again, Home
Again
And that's about it. I had
a wonderful time. It was great seeing my family and friends. It was nice gorging
myself on British chocolate and French peaches. On the tube to Heathrow and on
the plane home I finished reading Holding
the Man, but the late Australian playwright
Timothy Congrave. My jaw clenched up from holding back the tears. It's the best
book I have ever read, I think, on the dual coming out, of being gay and being
HIV+. I wrote an article about AIDS memoirs, in longhand, on the plane home,
while some middle-aged man next to me kept interrupting me with requests on how
to operate his Virgin Atlantic inflight entertainment console. He was
particularly interested in the sky map. That's the feature that shows you were
you are in the world as you fly home. It's also the sort of thing the evening
news shows when the plane goes down.
That
inspired article number two: How to avoid chatty
seatmates.
Once again, travel has proven
to be a wonderful gift. If I had not gone to Gay's the Word, I would not have
spoken with Jim McSweeney, who would not have recommended the Conigrave book.
The book itself is a gift
Posted: Wed - July 14, 1999 at 02:53 AM