Sex. Drugs. And Rock... Color Purple. Very 70-ies.
What. A. Drag.
Never a straight (no pun) line in this book. I don't mind when a story gets from A to D via B, C and while at it detours through E and K. I do mind however, when the author goes through entire alphabet to connect A to B. Now imagine that alphabet being intense purple. It frigging haunts me in my sleep now.
And no, DD was not the one and only writing and publishing queer literature prior to 2001. No credit for that. Sorry, not sorry.
PS And what's with the cover? O.o