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derground, homosexuality often spawns a very special kind<br />
of camaraderie. Gay friends are often more like lovers than<br />
the buddies of the heterosexual world, sharing a peculiarly<br />
intimate kind of connection that at the same time is not in the<br />
least sexual in nature.<br />
Not all of those novels ended in suicide, of course. The heterosexual<br />
cure was a popular alternative, in novels like Rodney<br />
Garland’s The Heart in Exile, Lee Walter’s The Right Bed, and<br />
Jay Little’s Somewhere Between the Two. Indeed, it sometimes<br />
seemed the lowly pansy was an endangered flower.<br />
I first encountered the word gay (in its homosexual context)<br />
in Nials Kent’s The Divided Path, a novel that actually hints at<br />
happiness for its hero, until the finale when he is killed in a car<br />
accident—so much for that happy ending.<br />
In James Barr’s Quatrefoil and Derricks (obviously an inspiration<br />
for the Loon Trilogy that came later), macho men get it<br />
on with heroic enthusiasm but otherwise hardly seem to be<br />
gay at all.<br />
Here, instead, was a book about<br />
happy homosexuals who spouted<br />
the gay cause and hopped blithely in<br />
and out of bed.<br />
In the years leading up to and including 1963, there were<br />
surely no more than another couple-dozen gay books, all<br />
much the same, with only a rare exception or two.<br />
A decade later, there were at least a thousand gay books,<br />
maybe as many as four thousand. Even more surprising is<br />
that, apart from their homosexual characters and a new sexual<br />
bluntness, these books have little in common.<br />
A gay man venturing into a bookstore in 1973 had whole<br />
shelves of gay books to pick from: nonfiction works, some<br />
of it scholarly, some nothing more than disguised porn; and,<br />
especially, an incredible variety of novels: mysteries, science<br />
fiction, adventures, war stories, gangsters, and cowboys,<br />
and even romances with happy endings. In those ten years<br />
a genuine and very dramatic revolution had occurred in gay<br />
publishing.<br />
One other thing that many of these books had in common<br />
was Earl Kemp. By 1973 others were producing gay material:<br />
Sherbourne Press, Milt Luros’ Brandon House Books, Lynn<br />
Womack’s Grecian Guild. Maurice Girodias of Olympia Press<br />
fame in Paris (think such banned but worthy writers as Burroughs,<br />
Beckett, Genet, and Miller), launched an American<br />
gay-paperback series, “The Other Traveller.” The first book<br />
with that imprint, my novel The Gay Haunt (by “Victor Jay”),<br />
sold something close to 150,000 copies, an astonishing figure<br />
for a gay paperback novel in 1970.<br />
These publishers, though, got on the bandwagon after it was<br />
rolling along and, not coincidentally, when they listened to the<br />
music of the cash registers ringing and realized that Greenleaf<br />
was making money with this stuff. The one who first got the<br />
bandwagon moving, however, was Earl, and he did it with my<br />
spy spoof, The Man From C.A.M.P.<br />
I don’t want to make myself out a hero, though I am proud<br />
to think that I made a difference, if only a modest one. I was<br />
mostly just having fun, making some money, and, yes, thumbing<br />
my nose at people like Donald Schoof.<br />
Best of all, I got lucky. I got Earl.<br />
I doubt that Earl had even read The City and the Pillar or<br />
Giovanni’s Room, so he probably did not altogether grasp<br />
that we were supposed to be miserable and commit suicide<br />
or die in car crashes. He might well have thought that gays<br />
could reasonably be as happy as anyone else.<br />
A revolutionary concept in the early 1960s, to<br />
be sure.<br />
It was certainly not, however, mere ignorance<br />
on his part. He knew of the convictions of<br />
Aday and Maxey; he knew, assuredly, that he<br />
was pushing the borders by publishing gay books at all, even<br />
“sad young men” gay books. Here, instead, was a book about<br />
happy homosexuals who spouted the gay cause and hopped<br />
blithely in and out of bed; and Jackie Holmes always got his<br />
man in the end. I am convinced that no other editor at the<br />
time would have risked publishing The Man From C.A.M.P.<br />
Needless to say, once it’s milked, you can’t put the cream<br />
back in the cow. When Jackie Holmes made his debut, a<br />
new kind of gay hero was born, and the homosexual world<br />
adopted the baby as it own. A veritable flood of gay books followed,<br />
many from Greenleaf, and most of them were upbeat<br />
stories of gays who were no nuttier, no more unhappy, and<br />
no more likely to kill themselves than your average heterosexual.<br />
Which is to say, gay people just like the real ones.<br />
Historians and scholars have opined that this boom in gaypaperback<br />
publishing first created for gays a sense of community,<br />
and I think they are probably right. In the past, we<br />
had been lucky to find any books about our world, and when<br />
we did, it was badly reflected. Often those few books were<br />
hidden under the counter, and we heard of them in whispers.<br />
Now bright sunlight chased away the shadows of that infamous<br />
“twilight world.”<br />
We felt a new kind of connection with the people in these<br />
novels, and, inevitably, with one another. We were less iso-<br />
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