![]() How I wish, I wish, I could hug him and march for him and go all militant suffragette on the government who denied him that happy ending. I knew about Forster’s story before reading Sarah Winman’s new novel Still Life, published by 4 th Estate earlier this year, and I cannot express enough how healing this story in Winman’s rendering proves to be. ![]() Forster, a gay writer who did not live to see his imagined happy ending be accepted by a wider reading public. This is the story of the novel Maurice by E.M. You let it be and, a year after you pass, a friend publishes your story. ![]() You have been hiding all your life, disclosing your self only to a few who know what it is to be Other, and you do not want to face the hullabaloo of all the critics poring over your work with new-found gems of information – new keys to unlocking your work. ![]() Now, imagine putting this book, and part of yourself with it, away in a drawer, because the government is literally imprisoning people who love like you do, only to see that government stop imprisoning those same people 60 years later when you have just turned 88. Imagine writing a book that has the happy ending that no one is willing to let you have – a book that is infused with love and joy, but also complex human characters who make mistakes and try to exist in an unjust world. Imagine writing a book about the type of love you wish to have in your life. ![]()
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