Borrowed Time is an AIDS Memoir, Newsday says:"BORROWED TIME brings the plague years home as no other book does. It is impossible to read this love story without weeping... Monette keeps us glued to the page. His narrative combines passion's fire and rage's ice. And the effect is so over-powering...
Paul Monette, from his arrival on the literary scene in 1979 until his death from AIDS complications in 1995, was one of America's most diverse and prolific writers. "The Gold Diggers," originally published by Alyson Publications in 1979, was Monette's first novel-in fact, his first substantial p...
Overnight the storm had mostly cleared, the early sky pillowed with white clouds rolling off to the east. As I stood in the booth at the Chevron, the brittle morning air was so cold I could see my breath. Sometimes the bite is as sharp as the Oregon coast—or even Maine, where my father used to dr...
Mark had been out of work ten days before he answered the phone, content to stare at the answering machine as Lou Ciotta and all his minions called in on the hour, slimy with apologies. Mark walked around the house on Skyway Lane in his boxer shorts, unshaven. It astonished him to realize that hi...
Carroll IF THERE HAD BEEN such a thing as a four-piece suit, Madeleine told me later, Donald Farley would have worn it. I disagreed. From what I saw of him, what little, I figured he wouldn't have worn it unless his grandfathers down to the eighth generation had worn it. He did not just look li...
Ten o’clock.” And then she hung up. It was already quarter past nine, but Manolo had alerted Angel and Chi-Chi to be ready to go on a moment’s notice. Tony swore they’d be left behind if they were ripped, so they were all clean when they tumbled into the back of the Monte ...
SHE SAID, as the Rolls swung over and pulled to the curb to let her out. “I forgot—it’s Monday. You got a show tonight.” “Two shows,” Artie answered automatically, smiling wanly in the rear-view mirror. “You think we can have a drink after?” she asked. She sounded as if she’d only thought of it n...
On the icy deck, under a pewter sky, the captain and his mate lashed a plain wooden cross to a shrouded corpse. They stood at the rail, sleepless and numb, and tried to pray for the soul of their brother seaman. But they had already buried twenty men at sea in five days’ time, and the words they ...
A crew of six or eight had been assigned to each, and they worked with such intensity that none looked up, even for approval, when Michael passed. She felt a strange thrill of pride in walking with him as an equal. She gladly let him hold her hand and lead the way. It wasn’t a matter of power: he...