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Great Book...Highly Recommended for Every CPA

A very entertaining who-done-it

Good start to learning Spanish--simple phrases

A Very good Informative Book!

The Guy Who Painted Pictures of the Movie in My Head...

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Great book for beginners and experienced quilters.

A good sexperienceto experience love and joy
whit some gorgeous guy whit sweet voice
who'll make you sweet in return
till from love you will sweetly burn


A weird, deeply flawed, and brilliant bookit in his memoirs ("The World is my Home"). In those
memoirs, Michener tells the sad tale of John Horne Burns,
perhaps the finest American writer of his era. Burns'
first novel, "The Gallery," should probably have won the
Pulitzer Prize in 1948, but that prize went to Michener
instead for his "Tales of the South Pacific." Michener
took the prize, but always felt it really belonged to
Burns.
Then, in 1949, "Lucifer with a Book" appeared. Michener
recounts, with evident distaste, the reaction of the
American literary establishment. A book which would not
have occasioned even slight comment in Europe was
reviled -- universally -- as pornographic trash. Fourteen
out of the fifteen major critics were scathingly
negative, and one went so far as to criticize Burns' publisher
for purveying such filth to the public. The reaction was
more than "negative" -- it was devastating. Burns was
finished in the United States. He fled to Europe and
apparently drank himself to death, dying in 1953 at the
age of 36.
Why? What was going on here? Well, reading "Lucifer with
a Book" today -- more than fifty years later -- is an
eye-opening experience. It's a bitter, mordant satire,
aimed at an "exclusive" school for boys, which Burns has
peopled with monsters, lunatics, and a few angels. But
that's not what drove the critics around the bend.
The book exudes sexuality and sensuality, and all of it
is gay, right up to the very end.
Every scene and every locale brim with erotic possibilities.
The showers, the dorms, the private rooms and the great
outdoors are all populated with enticing or alluring males,
who are always alive to possibilities that they may never
act on. The French teacher, as one example, regularly
holds "extra help" sessions for the tough, masculine
members of the football team, and gives them higher grades
in return for these evening sessions. It's not really
necessary to go into more detail -- this is obviously
what drove the American critics crazy. The year was
1949, after all. "Homosexuality" was still a crime
punishable with real life jail terms!
Burns tried to "redeem" this hilarious gay satire -- pretty
tame stuff by modern standards -- by ending it with a
completely unconvincing love affair between his hero,
Guy Hudson, and a teacher named Betty -- and she's
the only cardboard character in the book. (The female
villains are all very alive and hissing.)
There are many huge flaws in this book. From time to
time, Burns delivers long lectures to the reader. One
of them is about the evils of computer-graded tests,
and the others are just as eye-poppingly dull. But
Burns was clearly a writer of genius -- his metaphors
are often breath-taking.
Hounded to death by a homophobic society, just like Alan
Turing. Read it and weep!
Excellent literary and historical value!!


Excelent Book