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114 pages, ebook
First published October 1, 2011
In this book 34 years old Michael McGuire, a writer of textbooks, feels something's missing in his life. His loveless marriage is in a slump, his relationship with his kids is almost non-existing. Sex is something like a distant memory. Both him and his wife have lost the attraction and every connection that ever was between them.
When one day Michael finds the courage to go to a park in search of a hooker, he finds James instead. James is a rent boy, who offers him a BJ (because a BJ is a BJ, whether it's given by a male or a female doesn't make a lot of difference, does it?).
James and Michael are both lost souls and that's where they find the connection. Michael's unhappy marriage, the longing to be true to himself, and James, who is struggling to keep himself alive, used to doing tricks to earn at least enough money to feed himself. Both men are damaged from their pasts and both long to find love and someone who cares for them.
So, yes, there's infidelity in this story. I know that's a no-go for some readers, so I think it needs to be mentioned. But the author did an admirable job in how they handled it. It never made me cringe - if one thing, it made me cheer for Michael and James. Michael and his wife should have talked about divorce much sooner - their marriage has been on a dead end street for long, but it's the familiarity and the daily routines that have kept them together.
It was beautiful to see Michael change - he grew into a much more confident man from the moment he found James to take care of. As a reader you couldn't do anything else but cheer for both men. They were dimensional characters, well developed and lovable. That's what this author does best and that's why you come to love them so much. And James grew too - under guidance of Michael, who gave him the opportunities no one ever had ever before.
"Were you diagnosed with dyslexia?"
"Severe," James said. "Rhymes with stupid, just means I get more from being hit over the head with a book than looking at what's inside it. Oh, and they said I have ADD too." He lit a cigarette, his first of the day, and took a long, grateful drag. "But listen, mate, I once sucked a geezer for twenty minutes, to get him off. The clock was just over his shoulder and I timed it. Attention deficit?" He blew out a plume of smoke. "I don't think so."
I really, really loved this novella, and I highly recommend it. (I decided to rate up - 4,5 stars rounded up to 5).