In all his fiction and nowhere more triumphantly than in this latest novel, Gale gets under the skin of his characters, whatever their sexual orientation. If only straight novelists had the emotional insight across the board of proclivities that Gale demonstrates. And, though his loyal gay readership will pounce on this new offering with delight, this is not ghetto fiction.
None of his work is. He is a writer fired by the need to understand the people around him, and the world they have to negotiate. His conclusions are often grey, sometimes dark, but however tantalisingly inconclusive or challenging, they are never casually concocted. An intense, devastating story of non-communication, unvoiced desires and pitiful vulnerability.