
Long ago, I heard from someone or read from somwhere about a Japanese writer who killed himself.
He was Yukio Mishima.
This novel is his semi-autobiographical novel.
He confesses his sexual desires to workers on the street or a classmate from his childhood in this novel.
But the protagonist didn't do anything sexual with any man, even not a brief kiss in this book.
Rather than accepting himself, he tried to sleep with a prostitue, in vain or pretend to be straight all along.
Not like "Queer", I could read and enjoy this novel without any efforts. Maybe I feel more comfortable when reading Japanese literature.
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