“It feels fitting to sit down with Giovanni’s Room again on a cold, rainy October morning, the kind of morning when seasons seem to shift before your eyes. Baldwin’s novel has always felt seasonal to me—full of arrivals and departures, of warmth slipping quietly into chill. I was a teenager when I first read it more than sixty years ago, long before I had a name to describe who and what I was, long before “gay” entered my vocabulary. It was a book that found me before I found myself.” – Michael A. Horvich, Memoirs, Musings and More
TROY FORD 
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