Douglas Stuart

This book is a little rawer and more hedonistic than Hollinghurst’s later work and I love that about it. It’s really sexy. William Beckwith is a young aristocrat who spends his days cruising men at the swimming pool of a private club, and writing the biography of an elderly Lord. Beckwith is enormously privileged and totally unapologetic about his sexual promiscuity. It’s a glimpse of queer London before the scourge of Aids.