In After the Blue Hour, the narrator bears the name of the author himself. A preface informs us that the 24-year-old John Rechy has received a letter, forwarded by his publisher, from a man who admires two short stories recently published in magazines, and extends an invitation to spend the summer with him on his private island.

HORROR WRITER H. P. Lovecraft (1890–1937) often used the word “queer” in his stories. Old architecture, tomes of forbidden knowledge, and unholy religious rites were all described as queer. From the context, a reader assumes he used it as an archaic synonym for “strange.”

Making discoveries—sometimes unwanted ones—is the subject of McClintock’s memoir, My Father’s Closet. As McClintock, a psychologist specializing in family secrets and shame recovery, writes: “There’s such a fine line between intuitive knowing and actual knowing.” In retrospect, of course, all the clues about a father’s hidden sexuality may suddenly align, from separate bedrooms to annual solo trips to New York.

Toward the end of Jews Queers Germans, the description of the breakdown of government in the Weimar Republic, with the various political parties fighting for power, can sometimes be overwhelming.

If you haven’t read [Trebor Healey’s] award-winning novels Through It Came Bright Colors and A Horse Named Sorrow, his new book Eros and Dust is a great introduction to his work.