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The Crimson Letter: Harvard, Homosexuality, and the Shaping of American Culture

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Harvard, Homosexuality, and the Shaping of American Culture is, perhaps, an unfortunate sub-title for the otherwise interesting The Crimson Letter by Douglas Shand-Tucci as it does not quite live up to this rather grandiose idea of shaping american culture. The book, though, is still a fascinating stroll through the past hundred years of Harvard history. It starts a little slowly with the author setting up two archetypes but gathers steam as the twentienth century takes flight. The author does wander around the topic at times as the personality presented connections to Harvard are stretched or evidence of his homosexuality is tenuously produced but he keeps the narrative flowing in and among the varied characters populating this history. A rewarding read for the anyone who sticks with it.

This drag queen drags on about Harvard "men" in such a tedious manner its pace is less than a stroll and more a waddle. In Shand-Tucci's world absolutely everything has to be reinterpreted in some shade of g[r]ay and so this queer book makes the case that American history and culture are entirely shaped by the gay men of Harvard's past.

Errr. Yeah. And the Weekly World News covering the Space Alien P'lod's endorsement of Clinton is what put him over the top in Iowa.

Still. Ignoring the stretch-to-fit thesis Shand-Tucci tries to thrust every conceivable anecdote into this thick book to make his case, and it does serve as useful tour of selected history. But Shand-Tucci bends over backwards so much to cram everything on to his narrative spine to push forward his case that after a while we are just exhausted and fall asleep. Interesting, but so much more could have been said with so much less.

So Shand-Tucci ends up falling into the "Lincoln was gay" school of American "he-IS-storians" on the influence of Harvard homosexuality in American culture. With no real penetrating insights, it is a stretch to say that he makes his case.

Shand-Tucci is better at covering more contemporary figures, such as the wonderful material on Edward Gorey, than he is on the questionable material on Oliver Wendell Holmes. I suppose with enough distance in time we can rewrite anyone's history as queer, and Shand-Tucci hesitates not, but his method also ultimately leave open rewriting history from a heterosexualist standpoint as well. In the future, we will rewrite Gore Vidal's biography that he was a closet straight (Joanne Woodward, doncha know) with the same legitimacy.

Ponderous fluff. Better as a brochure than a tome.

Historian Shand-Tucci goes the distance with a deeply fascinating account of gay men studying and falling in love at Harvard University over the past 130 years. Page after page will surprise even those readers familiar with the men he's put under the microscope, and there are, as well, a number of character studies which show that Shand-Tucci has at least the gifts of a novelist. The torments of the closet make up the first half of the book, and the defiance of coming out gives piquancy and solidarity to the second half. Shand-Tucci seems to have thought hard about the cultural significance of many characters dismissed as minor elsewhere, and this is probably the first book to think of the achievements of Rene Ricard and Steve Jonas as being on a par with those of Philip Johnson and Lincokn Kirstein; but then again he's imaginative and in history, sometimes, that's a plus. I don't know he felt it necessary to add a dash of spite to his portrait of contemporary activist Charley Shively, this last touch kind of spoils the flavor of an otherwise terrific book for me.

This really gives an insight into the gay community for those of us who have been related to someone who graduated from Harvard and was gay. It gave a small look into their movement, how it got started and how long it has been a part of the Harvard community. It was very insightful.

Shand-Tucci's previous book on Isabella Stewart Gardner was a rare treat and provided helpful hints to her psychology, appreciation of art, etc. The title "Art of Scandal" is precisely what this book puts into action. In the movie "Wilde" when Oscar is invaded at home by the bumptious Marquis of Queensbury, the latter acuses Wilde of being scandalous, to which he replies: "All the scandal is your own!" These Harvard boys were operating in that danger zone Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick so well defined in The Epistemology of the Closet: Silence! How many ways there are to read the silences! I especially appreciate Shand-Tucci for blowing the horn on that "sissy" Berenson. At long last someone is tracing the history of this overlooked subject. I don't think the UK(?) reviewer read the book. I would hardly think that Shand-Tucci is a misogynist, but he is certainly not writing a piece of gender criticism either. This is just fun and delightful reading. I always wanted to know what Auntie Mame was referring to when she tried to keep Patrick away from those snobbish girls on the Eastern seaboard. He ought to have been turning things upside down at Harvard!

A wonderful, readable history. Author Shand-Tucci combines scholarship with a breezy style, and an amusing array of anecdotes to highlight his thesis. Amidst better-known alums appear some fascinating figures, like Fred Loring ("Two College Friends") and Shirley Everton Johnson ("The Cult of the Purple Rose"), who show us that even if there weren't any gay alliances back in the school's busy 19th century, the Harvard boys found a way.

It never ceases to amaze me how males generalize male issues. Are there any woman who has ever written a book on homosexuality the implications of which solely refers to women? Male vanity is beyond ridiculous. This little masculinist book is interesting however, not from the intended male, but human standpoint. American society, notoriously women-hating and male-dominated, has been deeply influenced and shaped by males who have sex with men and prefer male homosexual and homosocial - i.e women-free - environments. Anyone surprised?