But Louis, when he's not with Henry, has fascinations that lead him to an unusual community on the fringes of the sex world of Times Square. The two men, separated in age by more than forty years, develop a relationship that is irascible mentor and eager apprentice, and they form a bond the depths of which neither expected. Thrust out of Princeton, he heads to New York where he rents a cheap room in the madly discombobulated apartment of Henry Harrison, a failed but brilliant playwright who dances alone to Ethel Merman records, sneaks into Broadway shows, and performs with great style the duties of a walker - an escort for the rich widows of the Upper East Side.
But he also has a penchant for women's clothing, a weakness that causes him to lose his job as a teacher at a Princeton day school after a bizarre incident involving a colleague's brassiere. He dresses the part - favoring neckties, blue blazers, and sport coats. Louis Ives, the narrator of The Extra Man, fancies himself a young gentleman fashioned after his heroes in the books of F. These books can be read as stand alones, so if you want to read Book 3 first, or only, no matter.Īs dangerous as she looks.Jonathan Ames, whose debut novel I Pass Like Night was enthusiastically praised by Philip Roth and Joyce Carol Oates, has followed up with a brilliant and comic second novel. But I’m not crying over spilled milk at this point.Īll I can say is what Fling recently pointed up (via a text from a great distance):įor anyone that cares, I decide to make the first 3 books of my old series free to download through January (ePub format) for readers as a semi-atonement to whomever I gipped out there. If I ever they did, I thought, I’d just comment that I accidentally sent a proof copy. Really, did it matter that much? No one who’d won a book had posted a review yet. How on earth had I missed that? Moi! I cursed I stomped my feet I thought about tearing my hair out (but alas, I have really super hair). “Holy Frack! That’s going to make for a bad review!” And since I don’t know who got the bad book, and Goodreads doesn’t allow authors to contact winners.
I had accidentally mailed a winner an old proof copy that was riddled with errors. So I went, with a bit of a spring in my step, to the stack of books to be mailed out to the December giveaway winners and.
They’d given it 5 stars, which amazed me. The other day I found someone had read a copy of a book I wrote a few years ago, The Extra Man (Book 3, set at Easter).
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