I don't know how it has happened but contemporary gay British writing seems to have had a damn good shot in the arm recently. Alongside talents like Rupert Smith, James Maker and Paul Burston - all blazing their own wonderful trails - Jonathan Kemp, writer of the award-winning "London Triptych" has produced another goosebump-inducing, brilliant piece of writing. "Twentysix" is every bit as though-provoking, intelligent, visceral and gripping as "London Triptych", but is, it has to be said, a whole lots sexier. And "LT" was a sexy book...
With a superior writing style that is singularly his own, Kemp nevertheless evokes the poetry of Cocteau, the heady danger of Genet, the elegant debauchery of Tennessee Williams ("Moise and the World of Reason" in particular), the erotic imaginings of Anais Nin and the magical wordplay of Angela Carter and Katherine Dunn. Within two days I'd read the book four times, before buying up copies of it for friends.
Detailing a series of intimate encounters - the 26 of the title, all corresponding to the letters of the alphabet - the book is one of the cleverest and most sensual books I've read, perhaps ever. Each time I read it, once done, I felt like my mind wanted to flop back on the bed, spent, and have a cigarette.....Everyone should read this book....