For one-handed readers who enjoy erotic novels dripping with over-the-top sex on every page, Lambda Award-winning writer Tom Cardamone has written the perfect indulgence.
In "Giant" (St. Martin's Press, $27), Don Graham, professor of English at the University of Texas and scholar of the Lone Star State's "literature, films, and pop culture," argues for the greatness of the 1956 movie.
In a couple of weeks last month, Ronan Farrow came out publicly, won a Pulitzer Prize for his reporting on Harvey Weinstein for The New Yorker, was named one of Time's 100 most influential people, and saw the publication of his new book.
In "Not Here," his second book of verse after 2014's This Way to the Sugar," Minneapolis-based poet Hieu Minh Nguyen presents a slowly simmering cauldron of intensity, emotion, and queerness.
I do not come to bury Sir Andrew Lloyd Weber; nor do I come to marry him. I'm actually kinda indifferent to him. But I was intrigued by the idea of his autobiography, called "Unmasked: A Memoir."
Two ghosts loom over Martin Duberman's new memoir, "The Rest of It: Hustlers, Cocaine, Depression, and Then Some 1976-1988" (Duke University Press), neither of them named in the lengthy subtitle.
The Boys in the Band: Flashpoints of Cinema, History, and Queer Politics, edited by Matt Bell (Wayne State University Press), is a hodgepodge of professorial contributions discussing aspects of the film/play.
In his beautifully written, lucid, and emotionally intense third memoir, prolific author, poet, and educator Rigoberto Gonzalez describes his tumultuous early life with his brother Alex and their coming-of-age into adulthood amidst grief and trauma.
Michael Imperioli makes his literary debut with The Perfume Burned His Eyes (Akashic), a novel in which 16-year-old narrator Matthew becomes enmeshed with the late rock legend Lou Reed and his trans muse Rachel.
Throughout human history, the phallos has been a symbol that stood for much more than sex. The classic book "Phallos: A Symbol and Its History in the Male World" (1972) documents some of the more striking uses of the phallos as a symbol.
I found Udozinma Iweala's neck-snapping new novel "Speak No Evil" (Harper) a welcome palate-cleanser after the tooth-rotting peachiness of "Call Me by Your Name."
Observed every April since its 1996 launch, National Poetry Month was created by the American Academy of Poets as a means of celebrating and calling attention to poetry.