Jonathan Dollimore, a working class man who became one of our most thoughtful intellectuals, has written a memoir that meditates on sex, identity, boredom and ecstasy. It is a rich, sad, wise book.
Edmund White

Edmund White, author of "Our Young Man"

A delightfully cheeky yet earnest reflection on the utopian and pedestrian possibilities of sexual life … There is much to admire here: the dewy beauty of Dollimore's limpid prose, the way his punctuation marks, like so many finely gloved fingers, point out the words and phrases to savor. There's the self-aware humor of a rebel-cum-scholar with a working-class background who clearly revels in a love of language that is never too far from the love of men … [In] Dollimore's memoir ... desire retains its glimmer of utopian potential to bring us to a place not yet known save in our dreams.

Los Angeles Review of Books

Jonathan Dollimore is unafraid to say what he thinks and feels, and the result reads like a liberation.

Times Literary Supplement

[Dollimore] describes his own experiences with great vividness and often humour, and with the instincts of a true storyteller … One reads on, endlessly fascinated by the strange details of his life.

Times Higher Education

[A] moving and honest exploration of the self through the different kinds of desires that are as strong and fierce as the experiences Dollimore describes with truth and tenderness. It's a brilliant and poignant book.

Morning Star

It's not just another candid memoir designed to appeal to the voyeur in us all, but also a beautiful exploration of how sensuality, and especially touch, are as big a feature of our lives as sex and sexuality.

The Amorist