Nothing interesting/memorable happened beyond the unexpected end, where a character we don't remember any more than any of the others died of an infection resulting from a broken leg.
Turns out we missed the homo-erotic subtext ("Subtext" is not meant as understatement here.) Typeth Slate:
... a world of marble staircases, Latin masters, and the closet, that place into which the mutual longings of Gene and Finny are sent to hide out, perhaps even from the awareness of their own author.The book probably lost us at marble staircases, but we wouldn't have known a homo-erotic subtext unless it (literally) bit us.
Moments Later
Having read the recap, which indicates that the broken or whatever leg merely caused permanent damage, not fatality, we'll stick w/ our memories of it. So effing dull we made up the only good part.
In defense of linking to this upper-middle-brow crap, we are going to plead that we were enticed by this vulgar come-on: A Separate Peace Is Much Gayer Than You Remember, & chalk the rest up to lame nostalgia for the fading socio-economic class we were born into.
Now pardon us while we see if there are any old movies on the not-tube.
2 comments:
I got it, and wrote an essay about how gay it was, and my gay English teacher gave me a big gay A.
At the time, though, I still couldn't figure out why grown men were bugging me when I wanted to play video games at the arcade.
Too Damn Old Editor Bemoans:
We were never assigned the damn thing, so we didn't have to do no thinkin' 'bout it. Only read it, summer before seventh grade, if not mistaken, in the days before gay people actually existed. (In Seattle, anyway.)
Lucky you, having video arcades where you could meet nice gentlemen who'd give you quarters for your little games.
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