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Armed with only a black stone from Stonewall, a red stone from either Sodom or Gomorrah and a lavender towel, the half-divine Superfag is sent from heaven to earth by the Supreme Being to wipe out homophobia, and to accomplish this in spite of the Satire Police, those people on earth "'who think it right to laugh at others but never at themselves as well as others who are sour-faced with their own righteousness.'" Should Superfag be successful in this Herculean endeavor, he will become completely divine and spend eternity with his golden-haired lover whom he must leave in order to accomplish what the Supreme Being directs him to do.

Curzon through the exploits of Superfag is unrelenting in his blistering satire. No one gets a pass here from young black thugs who attack a man with AIDS-- yes, it is completely all right to skewer members of an oppressed group for their bigoted behavior-- to Irish cops who are totally comfortable having sex with other males as long as they are doing the sodomizing--sound familiar?-- to a Catholic priest who informs Superfag that the Church--with a Capital letter of course, or as the Holy Father would say, the "True Church"-- permits homosexual relationships as long as there is no sex. Don't forget the "Southern Fried Baptists." Then there is the super-closeted and super-endowed film star named Hellick who has a wife and child for a cover. The list goes on and on. Mr. Curzon takes no prisoners. Speaking of prisoners, when Superfag at one point lands in jail, another prisoner had a tattoo of the Last Supper on his nose. And let us not forget that because of overpopulation, people are forced to eat McDonald's cherry turnovers and the homeless.

In Part II of SUPERFAG we find out if our trusty hero is successful in his mission. Without giving away all of the outrageous plot, I will tell you that Superfag is now older and a cure for AIDS has been found. (At least Mr. Curzon, along with the rest of us, can dream.) Throughout this book the author attacks prejudice and bigotry of all kinds with machette-like strokes. Nothing is subtle. On the other hand, neither was Jonathan Swift in his classic satire GULLIVER'S TRAVELS. Mr. Curzon holds up the looking glass in order that we-- at least some of his gentle readers-- may see our own foibles. If we can see ourselves in some of these motley characters, then Mr. Curzon will not have written this delicious satire in vain. Certainly SUPERFAG is not for everyone; but for some of us, it is manna from heaven. And we know who we are.