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The gay world took to their new superhero with a passion—<br />
and so launched the gay paperback revolution that would<br />
change the publishing, and social, landscape of the 1960s<br />
and 1970s.<br />
I considered that a good trade for my maidenhead.<br />
I have stated in other contexts that Earl Kemp is the Godfather<br />
of gay publishing, Il Capo de Tutti Frutti, notwithstanding<br />
the fact that he was as much a virgin to gay publishing as I<br />
was, and we lost our maidenheads together, so to speak.<br />
To really understand this, you need to hearken back to the<br />
“swinging sixties”: the sit-ins and love-ins and demonstrations<br />
in the streets. We were burning draft cards and bras and<br />
even jockstraps—well, admittedly mine wasn’t having a blazing<br />
career anyway, but that’s another story. The point here is,<br />
when one remembers the social and sexual revolution of the<br />
1960s and 1970s, it is those dramatic goings-on in the streets<br />
and in public that one recalls.<br />
Of course, it wasn’t all so dramatic and not all<br />
so public. Some of the battles in that revolution<br />
took place in offices and at the desks of<br />
writers, publishers, and editors—at Greenleaf,<br />
in fact.<br />
There’s no disputing the impact of Greenleaf on gay publishing.<br />
The history of gay publishing divides cleanly into B.E.<br />
(Before Earl) and A.E. (After Earl). The few gay novels—and<br />
they were few—published before Greenleaf were mostly a<br />
dreary lot, in which we were generally portrayed as sickos,<br />
freaks, and monsters, living in guilt and angst, and soundly<br />
punished for our sins in the end.<br />
To be sure, there was some good writing to be found if you<br />
looked hard. Jean Cocteau’s Le Livre Blanc (The White Paper)<br />
from 1928 is wonderful indeed, but, after all, Cocteau is Cocteau.<br />
You can’t say that about anybody else.<br />
Der Puppenjunge (The Hustler), John Henry MacKay’s 1926<br />
novel, was originally published in German, and it wasn’t until<br />
Hubert Kennedy’s excellent 1985 translation that it could finally<br />
be enjoyed by the rest of us.<br />
W. Somerset Maugham was gay and might have written “the<br />
great gay novel,” but he grew up in an England still roiled by<br />
the Oscar Wilde trials and so remained in the closet throughout<br />
his life, though he did show a certain courage in including<br />
some gay characters in his books and stories. What is<br />
obviously a pair of male lovers appears briefly in Christmas<br />
Holiday, and in The Three Fat Women of Antibes, one of my<br />
favorites, the cigar-smoking Francis prefers to be called Frank<br />
and dresses “as much like a man as she could.”<br />
Robert Calder argues in Willie: The Life of W. Somerset<br />
Maugham that Mildred, the splendidly nasty “heroine” in<br />
Of Human Bondage (“every time you kissed me I wiped my<br />
mouth. Wiped my mouth!”), was in real life a young man.<br />
Maugham’s custom of basing his characters on real people<br />
is well known, so the allegation is certainly credible, and it is<br />
interesting to reread the novel with that idea in mind, but of<br />
course, we can never know for sure.<br />
Other writers sidled cautiously around homosexuality in their<br />
books. James Jones wrote a homosexual subplot into From<br />
Here to Eternity, though there was not a hint of it in the movie.<br />
Mickey Spillane’s tough guy Mike Hammer has a serious case<br />
of the hots for the beautiful Juno in Vengeance Is Mine—until<br />
the very end, when her erotic striptease reveals the shocking<br />
truth: “Juno was a man.”<br />
Gore Vidal’s The City and the Pillar (1948) exemplified the<br />
“sad young men” school of gay writing so common in the<br />
1940s and 1950s and caused him to be blacklisted for many<br />
years, though the “frank” homosexuality would hardly get<br />
anyone’s fist moving today.<br />
Not all of those novels ended in<br />
suicide, of course. The heterosexual<br />
cure was a popular alternative.<br />
I have said before that James Baldwin’s Giovanni’s Room<br />
from 1956 might better have been called Giovanni Jones<br />
and the Temple of Gloom, positively dripping as it does with<br />
gay self-loathing: “my sex, my troubling sex....(be it) ever so<br />
vile....” Not exactly positive reinforcement.<br />
The real problem with most of these books is that, despite<br />
the sometimes fine writing, they are dishonest in their onesidedness.<br />
Of course, in the 1940s and 1950s, gays lived<br />
with much harassment; they were beaten and robbed, sometimes<br />
murdered, with impunity; they were often blackmailed,<br />
sometimes by the police, and one can hardly wonder that<br />
they were often lonely, afraid, ashamed. Worse, the fictional<br />
mirrors these writers held up for us offered us nothing but<br />
bleak reflections.<br />
Having lived through the era, however, I can tell you honestly<br />
that things were not as dire as these novels depict them.<br />
Some of us—most, I suspect—quite enjoyed our sexual activities.<br />
We made friends, found lovers. I know couples still<br />
together today who first met in that twilight world of the<br />
1940s and 1950s.<br />
We laughed, if often at ourselves. As anyone knows who’s<br />
ever been around one of our street fairs or pride parades, gay<br />
boys know how to have fun, and they did back then, too.<br />
Indeed, perhaps because it has always been somewhat un-<br />
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