Overview
This “fascinating and fabulous oral history”(Vanity Fair), “both serious and gossipy”(New York Times), chronicles gay life in New York City-and americanca-since 1945. “Irresistible” (Out). Black-and-white photographs.
Editorials
From Barnes & Noble
The Barnes & Noble ReviewOn May 20, 1996, 'the Supreme Court voted six to three to throw out the Colorado state constitutional initiative that had forbidden protection for gay people from discrimination," Charles Kaiser writes near the end of his cogent, highly entertaining, and often downright dishy look back at the Gay Metropolis. And if many gay activists saw this landmark decision as the most significant advance in a half-century of struggle for acceptance, Kaiser's readers will know, through his smooth, succinct marshaling of key historical (and personal) events, just how perilous — and at times joyously funny and bizarre — a struggle it really was. The Gay Metropolis, as Kaiser defines it, is not only New York City (though it is his primary focus) but 'encompasses every place on every continent where gay people have found the courage to be free.' A profoundly optimistic work of meticulous research (sources are compiled in an appendix) and interviewing (among the wittiest and wisest of many wonderful voices here are those of playwright Arthur Laurents, painter Paul Cadmus, and writer Gore Vidal), this history avoids the dullness and inflated jargon of an academic approach. Streamlined, intimate, rich in dazzling anecdotes and sexual frankness, it is also probably the liveliest compendium of the essential facts, dates, and records — many of them explosive — ever gathered under the heading of gay American history. Kaiser ties this sweep of elements (the impact of war, show business, and art; the abuses of psychiatry; McCarthyism; The Beatles; Stonewall; Studio 54; the formation ofACTUP; and almost everything in between) to an analysis that is refreshingly sensible and compulsively readable, even when our hair bristles or our stomachs tighten in anger. Especially then.
In addition to illuminating the primary political and cultural topography of these changing times, Kaiser takes us on scores of fascinating side excursions. He shows us how the media created a link in public perceptions between criminality and homosexuality that has persisted (the Leopold and Loeb murder case and the riveting Lonergan scandal are both presented here among Kaiser's delectably lurid tales of a pervasive American underworld). He takes us backstage at Judy Garland's legendary Carnegie Hall performance (yes, it matters!), and then to her funeral. Kaiser's insider account of the mounting of "West Side Story" is a gem, and his ability to draw out such private yet highly significant dramas and weave them into the bigger picture gives his story the narrative drive of an American epic. The cast of characters, from the most obscure and pseudonymous trailblazers to the diabolically infamous, is unforgettable.
We learn of the secret proclivities of Francis Cardinal Spellman (nicknamed "Nellie Spellbound"), J. Edgar Hoover, and Roy Cohn, among many others. We arrive, on a hot summer night, at the Stonewall Inn (mob owned, the rent was $300 a month; the nightly cover charge was $3, which got you two drinks; the weekend take was usually $12,000, and the payoff to the police was $2,000 a week), and it isn't long before we're listening to 1992 presidential candidate Bill Clinton endorsing an end to the ban on gays in the military (Ross Perot also endorsed lifting the ban). But before we arrive at the near present, we'll swing by the Anvil, and Larry Kramer's apartment over on Fifth Avenue; to the Supreme Court to hear arguments in Bowers Hardwick; to Cherry Grove and St. Patrick's Cathedral; to the editorial offices of The New York Times, and...
And there's much, much more in The Gay Metropolis, a history that brims with wonderful stories and gossip and yet can just as swiftly shift gears and astonish us with the seriousness of its subject matter. Not the least of Kaiser's accomplishments is a kind of subtle yearning his book inspires for a vanishing 20th century that, it turns out, was filled to overflowing with grace and wit and guts we barely knew we had. But there are also many moments of a kind of heroic sweetness, such as New Yorker Jack Dowling's remembrance, to Kaiser, of spring nights in the 1950s.
I used to leave the San Remo [a gay bar], when it closed, in a Packard convertible with a friend. I would take the car off the road in Central Park and drive across the meadow. We would cruise the park, then pick cherry blossoms from behind the Metropolitan Museum, filling up the rumble seat. On the way home, we would drop the boughs off at sleeping friends' apartments before going home to bed ourselves. Although there was police repression against gays, the police were really quite naive. You could go cruising across the lawns of Central Park in an old car, and if they saw you, they probably wouldn't believe it. —Brian Rieselman