Both versions are more or less correct depending on your perspective, but ultimately it is what you make it.
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But about a decade later, I’d pluck a copy of Pride and Prejudice off my shelf (purchased to display in my Brooklyn apartment to convince Grindr hook-ups that I could fuck and think), stick it in a tote, and head off for the first time to Fire Island.įor those of you not in the know, Fire Island is widely known throughout the gay community as one of two things: a Mecca-like summer destination full of gorgeous architecture and bronzed hard bodies, or a nightmarish summer stock production of all our worst impulses as modern gay men: racism, substance abuse, and depraved sexual activity. Nothing about the struggles of Jane Bennet and Elinor Dashwood particularly resonated with me at that moment in my life. I was freshly out of the closet, estranged from my family, and giving toothy blowjobs to Cold Stone Creamery employees in the back of Pontiac Sunfires. But upon arrival in young adulthood, it’s no longer intrinsically impressive to simply be able to read, and stepping up your game involves performative attempts at The Bell Jar or Sense and Sensibility in public spaces.Īt 16, Jane Austen didn’t really stick out as someone who was particularly for me. I had identified as a reader from a young age, back when reading any book could make you seem intelligent and worthy of attention (the only currency I understood as an adolescent).
I didn’t attempt Austen until high school.