This is a revised and expanded edition of a memoir which first appeared in 2017. Then it was around 192 pages long, now it comes in at 232 so there’s a significant amount of new material.
On first publication it was critically very well received. Jonathan Dollimore has a background in academia and is a leading light in gender studies and queer theory. He has also packed a lot of social life into his time on earth, has suffered periods of depression and is a gay man who later on in life had a fifteen year relationship with a woman and is a father of two daughters.
His memoir is a combination of the academic and autobiographical elements interspersed with his journal writings at the time. I’m not sure which of these areas has been the most expanded. It’s all loosely hinged around a study of desire in all its forms including risk, a desire to live dangerously, lust and romantic desire, to occasional desires for death. The writing is forthright and pulls no punches but it this linking the memoir to this theme which doesn’t always work for me. I would have liked this to have been tighter or abandoned.
I was more attracted to the autobiographical elements here- the motorbike loving teen whose life changed direction following a serious accident who becomes a significant figure in higher education (there’s little of this part of his life here) and becomes immersed in gay subculture in London, Brighton, New York and Australia at a time before, during and after HIV changed everything. Modern autobiographical writing seems to have developed a distinct style over the last few years and its one where we can be offered intimate details yet held back at some distance at other points. I’ve mentioned this quite a bit recently with Jeremy Atherton Lin’s “Gay Bar: Why We Went Out ” and Armistead Maupin’s “Logical Family” immediately springing to mind. I’m not convinced it should be possible to read a memoir and end up not feeling that you know very much about the person writing it. I prefer the writer to really let us into their lives which is why I was so bowled over by Dustin Lance Black and Grace Dent who both made my 2020 Books Of The Year list. Having said all this, Dollimore’s writing is seductive and kept me interested even when I was not totally following the points being made.
My criteria is a 4 star rating is appropriate if I feel the book is worthy of revisiting and I think this is a book which will both remain with me and repay re-reading at some point so this fulfils this criteria. Dollimore has a good publishing team which will ensure this book gets seen. I was invited to read this probably because of the other similarly slanted autobiographical works I’ve read and had difficulty accessing a digital copy. They continued to maintain a conversation with me and sent me a physical copy. I like it when publishers go out of their way to recognise us bloggers and I was rewarded with a read which often resonated strongly with me.
Desire: A Memoir was published in May 2021 by Rowman and Littlefield. Many thanks to the publishers especially Tim in the Marketing Department for going over and beyond in ensuring I had a review copy.