The perfect book for gay male cellists. Much as I enjoyed this, it did strike me (unless I am missing something) that this was really two books bolted into one – young Eustace, in sexual and cello discovering adolescence and old Eustace, still gay, still with tenuous connection to the cello, but the two didn’t really seem to relate to each other and there was a tranche of intermediary time that was just missing.
His mother, who appeared in both parts, was a different character in each bit. So slightly dissatisfying as a whole although each part (old Eustace almost a short story, young Eustace a novel or novella) P, whose library book it is, will tell me what I have missed.
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