“With the temperamental honesty and subject-morphing closeness of the narrative the reader rattles along with George as he journeys through just one day. Watching George from within and without we accompany him from his home in a claustrophobically family-friendly neighbourhood to his podium in front of a crowd of twitching students to the ferocious relief of a night sea. The novel presents a troubled but glorious celebration of the Present. Even contemporary LGBT writers could take a lesson from Isherwood about the lack of handwringing concerning *~the ghey~*. Matter of fact and masterful it packs a neat punch to set you reeling quite unexpectedly.”
