The first gay book I remember reading was Life Mask by Emma Donoghue. I was fourteen or so, and I found it in Dubray’s Rathmines branch. It was there in general fiction under ‘D’; not prominently displayed, as it had been published a few years back, but promisingly bulky. I was obsessed with old books and history, so the cover image of a woman in an elegant Georgian dress drew me in. The blurb said that the novel centred on …
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