Jonathan Kemp's 'London Triptych': Book Review
Prostitution, prison, and the police are recurring themes in Jonathan Kemp’s ambitious and intricate first novel. In each of the three stories that make up his London Triptych, men find themselves clients and providers in a world of transactional sex, brought there by poverty or solitude or boredom—and lured more profoundly by the promise of something that seems for a while like freedom.
But this book aims to be more than an exploration of sexual mores and sexual obsessions, though it is certainly that. The three narratives it intertwines span a century, and two are set at pivotal moments for gay history: 1895, when Oscar Wilde was convicted of gross indecency, and 1954, when Britain’s gay witch hunts reached their peak with the trial of Lord Montagu. With a third narrative set in the 1990s, the novel presents a chronicle of gay life, or at least a certain segment of gay life, in Britain in the 20th century.
Still, this is history of a particularly subtle and intimate kind, concerned less with the center of power than with the more vulnerable periphery. In an afterword, Kemp writes about wanting to write a history of the powerless, and his account of the Wilde trial is told from the perspective of one of the boys who, to avoid prosecution themselves, testified to Wilde’s homosexuality in court. The names of these boys, who worked for the brothel Wilde frequented, are lost to history, and Kemp writes of being drawn to what he calls their “invisibility.”
He has filled that gap in the historical record with a vividly imagined world. The narrator of these sections, Jack Rose, flees from his sadistic father and his miserable East London slum, taking refuge in a world of underground clubs and elaborate balls, a world frequented not just by boys from low-class backgrounds but by celebrities and Tory politicians and priests who lend their services, in one wonderful scene, to the consecration of a drag wedding.
London Triptych doesn’t romanticize the life of prostitution, but neither does it flatten out the lives of male prostitutes and their clients to a pattern of easily understood exploitation. Money distorts but doesn’t preclude human relationships, and one of the moving aspects of this novel is how, for each of its narrators, even such purchased and partial love can be transformative. Thus Jack finds himself changed by Wilde, whose favorite he becomes and by whom he finds himself caught, admiring him in ways that shift his sense both of the world and of himself: “I reckon most for fools or hypocrites…but never before have I looked at another’s life and thought, that’s exactly what I’d like to be.”
The most beautiful strand of this braided book is devoted to Colin Read, 54 years old in 1954, who has quit an advertising job to devote himself to painting. He hires a young man, Gregory, as his model, and finds himself awakening both to love and to art as he listens to the man’s stories and gazes at his form. Terrified by the intense persecution of gay men in Britain in the 1950s—which would entrap Alan Turing and John Gielgud as well as Montagu, whose trial he follows—Colin has brutally repressed his own sexuality. Under Gregory’s spell, he has his first sexual encounters in London bathrooms, experiences he finds exhilarating and humiliating in equal measure.
His confession of love to Gregory provides its own kind of humiliation. But it’s also an apotheosis, and we see Colin discover a genius that, as we learn in the book’s later scenes, will survive him: “Each brush stroke charges me…my blood sings to the paint, and the paint sings to my blood, and I have become the air that carries their voices back and forth.” Nor is the beautiful Gregory unchanged by these encounters: In what may be the most moving scene in the novel, we learn that for him, too, these encounters were more than mere transactions.
As these three narratives echo each other and finally (if only slightly) overlap, the book’s most profound theme becomes time and the changes it works on both people and the city that will outlast them. We watch the lives of gay men and their communities transform from Jack Rose’s underground “government of whores” to Colin’s cottage bathrooms and the raves and porn shoots of the 1990s, each era setting its own shapes for gay lives. And we see Gregory and Jack Rose, those desired objects, shift merely as a function of age from the category of pursued to pursuer. “You look back on your own youth and view it with the eyes of another person,” says Colin, striking the dominant tone of this fine and finally elegiac book, “and it seems as foreign as another country, as distant as a star.”
Garth Greenwell is the author of Mitko, which won the 2010 Miami University Press Novella Prize and was a finalist for the Edmund White Debut Fiction Award and a Lambda Award. Beginning this fall, he will be an Arts Fellow at the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop.