There are a handful (or
slightly more) authors I like to read with this firm conviction in my head that
they can do no wrong. I get the totally optimistic and bordering on delusional
implication, and then I just shrug it off – who gives a f–.

There are scenes that end
abruptly like a series of unresolved cliffhangers, stream of consciousness run
amok. But this is Seth King and he can do no wrong. So, I’m taking those huh(?) moments and piecing them together
and then I’m going to own them, because this-is-Seth-King.
And every time I read Seth King I’m confronted with these little pearls of
wisdom that have other wised lacked articulation.
“He broke an invisible cord between us, a line we
both felt but neither of us could touch – trust.”
“In the age of Grindr and Tinder and endless
random hookups, we are alone.”
And my favorite:
“At least I can walk into a room and “pretend” to
be straight, to keep from ruffling the feathers of those who might have
problems with me. People of color will never have that option.”
And this is where the no
wrong doing come into play full force. Because logic is some times overrated
and this May/December story is pure Seth King riddled with moments that
eviscerate and restore (some times in the same breath) and you can’t go wrong
with that.
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