I approached rom Camp to Queer with some trepidation. The author, Robert Reynolds, and I are roughly contemporary products of the same history department. The book itself covers much the same territory as the first few chapters of my Living Out Loud, but does so with a very different conceptual framework. This was compounded by a profile piece in a Melbourne gay paper, in which Reynolds was favourably contrasted with gay male academics like myself who look as though their gym membership cards disappeared down the back of the couch a few years ago.
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