I remember this coming out in hardback, and wasn’t too sure about it at the time. I haven’t read The Virgin Suicides, and I hadn’t seen the film either (still haven’t).
But I heard good things about it, and when I was down in Sheringham, I had plenty of time to get some reading in, even if I still brought too many books with me. What a cracking read it is. I’ve never really properly considered hermaphrodites before, even if there do seem to be quite a lot of them around.
It’s a fascinating story beginning in Greece of the twenties, and leading up to more recent times, but thoroughly engaging the reader with the history of recent American life in Detroit.