This novel from 1992 is being reissued by New Directions in May, and it is hilarious, very sad, and constantly teetering on the brink of being genuinely offensive. But it isn’t offensive! It depicts the fraught, competitive, and co-dependent relationship between gay men and women in a way that not many writers of either group have been able to pull off. I don’t know that many writers at all have attempted to depict this relationship as a primary goal in their texts—it does come up as a consequence of other plots and themes—but that’s what this book is “about.” I was going to add one of my favorite lines from the book here, but out of context it does indeed seem offensive, even if I promise it’s narrated from the perspective of an Emma Bovary character, so you just have to get the book and see for yourself.