It's a crazy world we live in

The epitaph on Leonard Matlovich's gravestone reads, in part:

....they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one.

That's noted in Grief, by Andrew Holleran, which I finished this afternoon. It's short in length, but not a quick read. Spare, it packs an emotional wallop. No wasted words tended to make me linger. I'm a big homo, but this is my first exposure to Holleran. So now it's on to Dancer From The Dance, a singular work in gay fiction, finally.