I really wanted to love this book. It seemed to have everything required for a good one, to me; a subject on which I was very interested, an author who seemed, based on the introduction, to be lively, highly intelligent, and perhaps just a touch whimsical - and yet it's such a massive let-down.
And the main reason is an absolutely simple one: this is the worst-structured non-fiction book I have ever read. It seems to adhere to no hypothesis on Davidson's part, the chapters seem to jump around randomly in their focus, and Davidson all too easily gets mired in subsidiary detail which is largely irrelevant. (Was Alexander really as famously chaste as established history has lead us to believe?) What I got in this book was an avalanche of detail and meta-detail on the subject which not only renders the book essentially unreadable, but completely drowns out what Davidson is trying to say on the subject. So we don't have an introduction to the subject, but neither do we have anything approaching Davidson's own theory of the subject - or at least not, to me, in any terms that are intelligible. Was homosexuality in the ancient world more accepted than contemporary academic understanding credits it with being? Less? Having read the book, I'm still not entirely sure.
I just hope that Davidson gives another go at this, and instead of putting down a rambling PhD thesis in book form, actually writes a book next time. He's clearly an extremely gifted classicist and has a passion for the subject, so there's no reason why he couldn't write a brilliant book on the subject. But I can only judge this book on its merits. And as such, it's got to be absolutely no more than two stars from me.