Although I'm a great fan of Edmund White, I hesitated before getting "City Boy". After all, White has already written in detail about his life in New York in the novels "The Beautiful Room is Empty" and "The Farewell Symphony", and in the memoire "My Lives" (which has the benefit of photographs). Can he possibly find anything new to say? Well, yes, in some ways he can.
So what's new? Mainly the evocation of New York in the 1960s and 1970s, squalid, bankrupt and violent, but with a dynamic arts scene; and nostalgia for the vie de boheme (!) lived there in those years. "It seemed those exciting days of youth and independence and exaltation would never end". But the book also reminds us of a time when there was no gay pride, and fear, isolation and self-hatred blighted lives. White is eloquent in describing his heroic-sounding struggles to establish himself as a writer, attempting to balance his desire for publication against the search for an authentic voice.
His reminiscences of famous cultural figures like Elizabeth Bishop, Nabokov, Balanchine, Mapplethorpe, Foucault, are intriguing, but European readers may find the time spent on lesser-known personalities rather tedious.
Added to this there is some fine writing on friendship, which all in all makes this a book worth reading, but surely this must be the end of the line for White's autobiographical material?