ANOTHER RUNNER IN THE NIGHT by Robert Granit

ANOTHER RUNNER IN THE NIGHT

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KIRKUS REVIEW

The sleazy Hollywood novel meets the porno-confessional homosexual novel--in a tacky, depressing mini-roman-à-clef that's occasionally brightened by some bitchy dialogue and by the pseudonymous author's nasty sense of humor. ""Robert Granit"" is also the narrator here; he's a failed Hollywood producer known for his onetime affair with a mogul's daughter as well as his ""humpy Semitic good looks and big cock""; and he's heading back to L.A. from N.Y., this time hoping to make it big as a screenwriter now that his old chum Alley Crawford (a Bette Midler type) has chosen his screenplay as her film-debut vehicle. But Granit's short stay in Hollywood is a raunchy nightmare: his beautiful blond lover, actor J.B., is grossly promiscuous; the studio demands impossible rewrites (including an order to get rid of the ""homo stuff""), with Alley's two-faced support; a gossip columnist with a grudge against Granit publishes crude items about his sex life (Granit eventually kicks the columnist in the head at a party); and Granit winds up in a tiresomely predictable porno-go-round of gay bars, cocaine buys, orgies (""I watch transfixed as a thick and hairy man fistfucks a small blond boy lying in a sling""), and flashback reminiscences of coming-out-of-the-closet crises. Finally, totally abused and disillusioned, the self-pitying hero heads back to N.Y.--and, despite the ironic tone and a few zingy one-liners about the Hollywood ""Kingdom of Gayola,"" this winds up as another tawdry but sentimental sliver of gay fiction, with real interest only for those panting for a crude peek into the homosexual/movie-biz subculture.

Pub Date: March 2nd, 1981
Publisher: A&W