审慎的艺术：弗朗西斯·金的小说与隐藏

Francis King’s arts of concealment By Charlie Tyson L ike many Englishmen, the neglected gay novelist Francis King was a bit buttoned-up. But the fault wasn’t entirely his own. He was a product of a certain class (the son of a high-ranking colonial official in India) and education (Oxford). He emerged during that long difficult midcentury gulf between the decorous concealments of E. M. Forster and the luxurious explicitness of Alan Hollinghurst. His first novels appeared just after the Second World War and accumulated at a steady clip across six decades. He wished to court a wide readership, to titillate the educated public without making housewives and barristers spit out their tea. …