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by John Rechy
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OTHER WORKS BY JOHN RECHY PUBLISHED BY GROVE PRESSÂ Numbers Rushes The Sexual Outlaw: A Documentary The Fourth Angel The Coming of the Night
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OTHER WORKS BY JOHN RECHY PUBLISHED BY GROVE PRESSÂ Numbers Rushes The Sexual Outlaw: A Documentary The Fourth Angel The Coming of the Night
The Sexual Outlaw: A Documentary
OTHER WORKS BY JOHN RECHY PUBLISHED BY GROVE PRESSÂ Numbers Rushes The Sexual Outlaw: A Documentary The Fourth Angel The Coming of the Night
The Fourth Angel
OTHER WORKS BY JOHN RECHY PUBLISHED BY GROVE PRESSÂ Numbers Rushes The Sexual Outlaw: A Documentary The Fourth Angel The Coming of the Night
The Coming of the Night
OTHER WORKS BY JOHN RECHY PUBLISHED BY GROVE PRESSÂ Numbers Rushes The Sexual Outlaw: A Documentary The Fourth Angel The Coming of the Night
The City of Dreadful Night
“The City is of Night: perchance of Death, But certainly of Night . . .” —James Thomson, The City of Dreadful Night
Mardi Gras
I rewrote it, trying to shape its disorder. I titled it “Mardi Gras” and sent it out as a short story to the literary quarterly Evergreen Review.
Long Ago
At the age of eight I began writing stories, all titled “Long Ago.”
Time on Wings
At about thirteen, I started a novel called Time on Wings—about the French Revolution, which I researched diligently.
The Bitter Roots
I began an autobiographical novel titled—oh, yes—The Bitter Roots. It was about a half-Mexican, half-Scottish boy, doubly exiled in many ways...
Pablo!
I abandoned both books and went on to finish a short, strange novel titled Pablo! Set in contemporary Mexico and the jungles of the Yucatán...
The Witch of El Paso
At the New School for Social Research, I began another novel, unfinished, The Witch of El Paso, about my dear great-aunt, Tía Ana, who had “deer eyes” and magical powers.
The Fabulous Wedding of Miss Destiny
I rewrote “The Fabulous Wedding of Miss Destiny,” imbuing it with a discovered “meaning.”
Between Two Lions
In “Between Two Lions,” I wanted to create out of the reality of Times Square a modern jungle in which two of its powerful denizens connect momentarily...
Children, Go Where I Send You
Part One “Children, go where I send you—how shall I send you? I’m going to send you one by one. . . .” —Children, Go Where I Send You
Between Two Lions
MR. KING: Between Two LionsÂ
A Funny Story
All right, we’ll go eat," he said. This reminded him of A Funny Story. "I was in this Swank place once," he says, "and at the table next to me is this old woman, see, and she’s with this great big beautiful blond boy, probably she picked him off the docks, he’s uncomfortable as hell in a tie—he says to the waiter, 'I want wiver and onions.' ...
Unknown
As he sat in his apartment studying me, I leafed through a novel by Colette.
The Sunrise on Wall Street
…and the charming golden angel answered: ‘I would like to see the sunrise on Wall Street.’ And that became the title of the writer’s next book: The Sunrise on Wall Street.
Hamlet
Which leads me somehow to the conclusion,' he chuckled, 'that God, like Hamlet, is a woman: She changes Her makeup constantly, She primps, She flirts with us.
Unknown
In the outside room, the malenurse sat reading a thick book. He rose, walking swiftly toward me as if I would escape. He thrust the book at me: 'The Professor wrote this!' he said. 'He's written many great things!' I reached for the book; but before I could even read the title, he withdrew it from me, not allowing me to touch it. 'Heres the check,' he said.
The Book
He asked to interview me, for The Book, but I told him my affairs with the angels are too precious to reduce them to lines on a graph! For example, how could he have indicated on a graph what Joe Jones (it was part of his distinction that he had such a common name—at first)—what Joe Jones meant to me? He was definitely an earthangel—and is there a graph for such a breed? ...
Professor's Book
I saw an album. On top of the album was a book: a thick, important-looking volume—much like the one the malenurse had thrust at me that day, but a different color. I glanced at the author’s name. It was the Professor’s.
Superman
when I was a kid, I asked my father for paperdolls, and he brought me some Superman comicbooks instead—and then, oh! I asked him for Superman paperdolls....
Snow White
with a collar like the wicked queen’s in Snow White.
Terry and the Pirates
long narrow corridors like in the movie-serial when we were kids: And the Dragon Lady put Terry and the Pirates in a narrow hallway and she punched a button and the walls kept coming closer ... threatening to crrrrrrush! everyone to ... death!!
Shakespeare
Then—tell—me: if you read Shakespeare, Who Is Desdemona?” doubting it superiorly, giving me The Supreme Test: Shakespeare and his queenly he-roines who were first, remember, played by men.
Rope Heaven by the Neck
CHUCK : Rope Heaven by the NeckÂ
Dick Tracy
“‘Dick’—like Dick Tracy,” I said with a straight face. He was right: The man did look like a plainclothes detective.
Great Expectations
A woman who looks like Mrs Haversham of Great Expectations sits woodenly like an elaborate stuffed bird with open eyes.
True Confessions
In the Greyhound buses headed South, youngmen with maybe guitars and patched bags if any will eye the young girls reading True Confessions. . . . Quilted jalopies will tackle the highways of many-masked America.
All My Saintly Children
SYLVIA: All My Saintly ChildrenÂ
Alice in Wonderland
Sorceresses! Wizards! Crowds whipped up, exacerbated by each fleeing moment. Alice in Wonderland!—billowing skirt raised obscenely. Tom Sawyer!—pants open at the rear.
Tom Sawyer
Sorceresses! Wizards! Crowds whipped up, exacerbated by each fleeing moment. Alice in Wonderland!—billowing skirt raised obscenely. Tom Sawyer!—pants open at the rear.
The Tin Man from Oz
The Tin Man from Oz! Two youngmen who look like college students have been flirting with two queens in high drag.
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First Volume
and when I told him I would help him, he told me, passionately, that he would dedicate his first volume to me. Ive wondered if it came out. . . .
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Under the Feet of Jesus
A gem of a novel. Beautifully written, as tender as it is tough. Its ending haunts.” —John Rechy, author of City of Night