And you, O student, might do worse than to investigate the assorted sculduggeries of this obscure trio: […]

With the notable exception of Ray's best friend Kyle, all the black queer men in Harris' novels are “unclockable,” that is, they present an image of heterosexuality.

'With a yo ho ho and we'll raise the flag, / We've lots of cake in a paper bag. / We've six watermelons and pizza too. / It's a pirate's life for me and you!' / The sound of singing—well, something like singing, anyway—floated up from the creek.

At Woodstock, the penultimate of August.