Well, the story is simple, that's good, but it was also annoying, and that's bad.
The novel tells the story of X, who is a gay hustler, who shares an apartment with Joe, who likes him, and Andrew, who he likes. They each have their own issues, and X gets paid to have sex with various men of various forms and shapes. They live in Chicago, and they are full of drama.
I suppose that's all you need to know, plot-wise.
What I find annoying is that everything seems to be superficial. Everything seems to be centered on sex. Everything seems to be centered on the worship of Madonna, and mind you, I am not talking about the religious icon, I am talking about the artist who sang Like a Virgin a couple decades ago.
Really? And what's worse, the novel is entitled Boy Culture. Is this really all of "boy" culture? It seems that this novel is suggesting that LGBT people have nothing in their minds except sex, STDs, turning tricks, and all that. It's as if all their brain can process is knowledge of sex and all its derivatives.
I am sad to say that if that really is gay culture, then it's a sad one. A friend of mine who happens to be gay once told me that his lifestyle consists of waking up in the morning, going to work, cycling during the days that it is sunny out, going to the groceries, cleaning his apartment, sharing a bed with his loved one, and so on. Things that "normal" people do. For him, that is the "gay lifestyle". Nothing along the lines of what is being depicted in this novel.
This book gets 1 out of 5 stars.
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