Lambda Award-winning writer Jeffrey Round should be a household name not just in households that value gay detective fiction, but outside them as well. I, who am not a connoisseur of or an inveterate fan of detective fiction, don’t read Round merely for his tricks of suspense. I value him for his true literary motive: an exploration of human relationships within the circumscription of milieu, circumstance, and character — in other words, the exigencies of our lives, especially of gay lives, that (as Edmund White puts it) express the introspective advantages of the “outsider, of the foreigner and of the pioneer.’
