A few years ago I came across a book called Michael Tolliver lives. A book by
an old, old favourite of mine: Armistead Maupin. Needless to say I bought the
book at once, but then it took me a while to start reading it.
Back in the good old day of my glorious youth, me and my friend read all the
Tales of The City books back to back. We were mesmerized by the atmosphere of
the 80’s San Francisco the books portrayed. The last standing bastion of the 60’s
hippie movement, the openly gay, lesbian, bi and transgendered people who
form the chore of the books. Mrs Madrigal, Michael aka Mouse, Mona, Brian, the oh so innocent Mary Ann who's innocence soon vaporizes as the lure and reality of San Fransisco hits her. Not to mention the minor characters who from time to time slide into the inner circle; Michaels true love Jon, the spicy old lady Mother Mucca who's a lot more than a stranger on a bus, The Halcyon family with their skeletons in the closet and sometimes out of it...
Looking back, those bygone days seem like a golden time, one that can never be lived again. Not in the traditional sense of “oh, life was just so much better when we were young” but because of the almost endless flow of Armistead Maupin books.
Looking back, those bygone days seem like a golden time, one that can never be lived again. Not in the traditional sense of “oh, life was just so much better when we were young” but because of the almost endless flow of Armistead Maupin books.
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