Yes, yes, I'm slightly embarrassed to have read an Edmund White book, but you should have the seen the glowing pull-quotes on the back of the cover! Plus I read this interview with John Irving the other day where he was drooling over White's prose.
Here's an excerpt from the blurb: Austin is an American furniture scholar living in Paris. He is pushing fifty, loveless, drifting. One day at the gym he meets Julien: French, an architect, much younger and married. Against every expectation, this chance acquaintance matures into profound romance.
I have to say I have yet to be entranced by the beauty of White's language but I did find his description of the fatal progress of a slow, wasting disease entirely credible and moving (and probably autobiographical as well). Hmm.
