An essential read - Rated 
I've just closed the book and am completely blown away.
It's probably not for everyone, because it's written in first person; is interspersed with (relevant) articles and news clippings; is written in a realistic diary-style; has a very campy-fussy-gay-man-tone and rambles quite extensively. But for my money it's one of the best books I've read.
For a start it emphasises the very real fear that gay men were feeling in late 50's England. Compare and contrast this with Isherwood's bohemian gay life of A Single Man and you will appreciate the difference of Californian sun to the cold austere post-war severity and class-conciousness.
You'd think that - as the Labouchère amendment had been in place for 70 years - that the gay community (such as it was) would be a little more confident but for those who didn't already know that was not the case, this book shines a light on the constant fear of discovery.
Mr Page is a wonderful character; from his first words "I've got the gas on, Lovely," you immediately picture him: fussy, beautifully turned out, and alone. The entire diary is written with a core of the fear of detection running all the way through it, and he explains, just by the way he describes his life, why he's so repressed because of the case of that household guard, those two navy boys, that man in the university - a catalogue of less fortunate men who have been "found out." He even says that he can't name names because if they found any of those names in this - they'd know. It's a terrible thing to be so very afraid, afraid to love.
In a very real way, it reminds me of Rebecca; there's a gothic feel to Mr Clive and his huge empty expensive house, and Mr Page even mentions the book at one point, which probably helps the comparison. Mr Page meets Mr Clive (a Gatsby type figure, apparent wealth and eccentric behaviour) outside the Turkish bath where Mr Pages goes every week. Although it's very veiled (as Mr Page doesn't want anyone getting hold of his memoir and naming names) it's clear that the bathhouse is a meeting place, as such places have been in history.
Mr Page wonders why Mr Clive picks him up the way he does, first thinking that it is because they look so alike, but then realises it's probably for other reasons. It's not a friendship, never a friendship, but it's compelling both to Mr Page and to the reader - and whether or not Mr Page's reasoning at the end of the book- the reasons why Mr Clive did the things he did - are accurate, then that's up to the reader.
The core of the book is one image: of one day in history 14 March - when Mr Page saw a blond man, naked, bathed in sunshine. This image is both a dream and a reality and what starts out as one certain image - what we think we know is happening - gradually unravels as Mr Page get more maudlin (fuelled by Christmas brandy) and we finally, tragically, understand what the image of the naked, blond man is really all about. You get a real feel that it's the true meaning of the image that Mr Page has been trying to hide, but in the end, he had to get out.
I wish I could say more, but it's difficult to do so without spoiling, despite the length of the book, it's a very simple premise, fabulously written and I was jealous of every line. The ending had me sobbing, but not in a bad way, believe me.
This is definitely a keeper, a re-reader, an inspiration, and one of my essential reads.
Great idea but some really boring moments. - Rated 
This book started out vrey interesting and enjoyable with the basis of the story being historical documents that briefly mention these people and the house which is a central character and then fictionally inventing lives for them. However, there were whole pages of word for word repetition which I found added nothing to the book and details that were unimportant. In my opinion this would of been a brilliant short story rather than a rather streched short novel. I would of given this book a one star as some of it was incredibly boring but the idea was great and it worked well in places.
Missed opportunities yet strangely full of hope - Rated
The two men in the title meet by chance (or possibly design by one of them) and start a strange sex-less affair/friendship. The whole thing is fraught with difficulties as one is the scion of a rich and famous family the other a Selfridge's shop assistant. One lives in splendour the other in a cheap rooming house. The story is evocative of the time pre-1967 when we had to hide our sexuality. This is a sad tale of opportunities that are missed, and words left unspoken, as the two men develop an unusual relationship that approaches closeness which is always inhibited by the social, and financial, chasm between them (and a footman from eastern Europe). Mr Page reminises about his life and the 'affair' over one Christmas Holiday in his lonely room many years later. However, the end provides all of us with hope that good things can still happen and new friends open-up new opportunities. Sad as it was to read I enjoyed this book and was left full of hope.
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