What Ever Happened to Alec and Maurice?
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Published in: January-February 2022 issue.


I’M SEATED in an art theater and, as the credits end, the houselights rise, and cleaning crews sweep popcorn from the floor. My chest heaves with each sob. The year is 1987, and I’m watching Maurice, a new Merchant-Ivory film based on E.M. Forster’s novel of the same name. In the final scene, two men, wealthy stockbroker Maurice Hall and gamekeeper Alec Scudder, clasp each other and kiss. Then Alec whispers into his lover’s ear a line that wrecks me.

            A closeted college student living in my Southern hometown, I had to muster all my courage to buy a ticket to my first gay movie. People might catch me, I feared—and in my hometown, people talked. I ran a red light once in high school. The next day, a friend told me her father recognized my car and said he’d rat me out to my parents if it happened again. At least the cinema was in the wealthy, far northern part of town. The chance I’d encounter anyone I knew was small since my family hailed from the wrong side of the river.

            Why was I so moved at the end of Maurice? I may never have watched an LGBT-themed movie or read a book with gay protagonists, but I had seen queer characters in media before. The names and faces changed but the story remained the same: We were twisted figures destined for lives of solitude and misery, pitiable characters if we were lucky, but more often than not we were either the villain or the victim, sure to die at the hand of the hero or, just as frequently, by our own.

Alec, played by Rupert Graves, in the 1987 film.

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Court Stroud is a 2021 Lambda Literary Fellow and lives in New York City.