There's an anecdote that has been floating around gay publishing circles for the past couple of decades. The source of it is much disputed, but it was a story told to me when I first started in publishing way back in Nineteen-mumblety-mumble. Apparently, at some point in the '70s, maybe the '80s, there was some sort of panel discussion about the “impact of gay sensibility on the arts.” On the panel were several prominent figures in the arts, one of whom stated, “There is no such thing as 'gay sensibility'... and its impact has been enormous.”
So, let me first tip my hat to this disputed source and then, in response to the current topic at hand—i.e., “What is the state of GLBT publishing?”—say that the state of gay publishing is deathly ill and quite possibly terminal, but that the literature itself is as vibrant, compelling and, arguably, groundbreaking as at any other point in its history. [If that sounds contentious on both points, read on; in the pages that follow, other voices for and against will be heard.]
In my view, it is clear that today there is less and less visible publishing of gay and lesbian books. Carroll & Graf, Alyson and Harrington Park Press—in recent years the most energetic publishers of gay/lesbian fiction and nonfiction—have all either failed, drastically reduced their list of GLBT titles, or have been undergoing serial management/ownership changes. As for what most folks would consider the mainstream publishing houses, they are publishing far less of what could credibly be labeled 'gay or lesbian books' than they were 10 years ago. But what I find more distressing is that even those books that they do publish are packaged and promoted in such a way as to downplay or ignore the gay or lesbian aspect of the book. It's akin to publishing Everything Is Illuminated and trying to hide the fact that the novel has any connection to Jewish experience. As for mainstream review attention—well, it's enough to drive one to heavy drink, and explains why publishers might want to downplay the gay themes and characters in a book (see The Hours), in fear that to do otherwise might be the kiss of death when it comes to getting review attention.
I've heard dozens of speculative reasons for this state of affairs. The most common of which goes something like this—that 'gay' has become 'mainstream' so there isn't the need for a specifically gay and lesbian literature any more. After NBC's Will & Grace, who needs Larry Kramer's Faggots?
That's really just the verdict on publishing side of the equation—not good. The literature itself, though, is in a very different state. The writing—fiction, poetry, drama and nonfiction—is robust. In the past two months we've seen new novels from Joseph Olshan, Nina Revoyr, Christopher Rice and Scott Heim. Last year there was the fascinating Like Son by Felicia Luna Lemus, Peter Cameron's Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You, which just won a Best Novel award at the April 28 Publishing Triangle awards (see p. 33), Michael Tolliver Lives by Armistead Maupin, and a personal favorite, the luminous Call Me by Your Name by Andre Aciman. Martin Duberman published a major work on Lincoln Kirstein, Felice Picano brought out a new book on the gay arts scene in the early '70s and Eileen Myles published a new collection of poetry. There are full-blooded, intelligent YA novels of the like rarely seen in decades past, such as Brian Sloan's Tale of Two Summers or Brian Malloy's forthcoming Twelve Long Months, to name just a couple. There have also been some great entertainments—crime novels, romance, fantasy and erotica, among others, too numerous to list individually. So while the publishing situation is far from ideal—okay, it's perhaps best described as a dismal, chaotic mess—the art itself has proven amazingly resilient. And isn't that what really matters?
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