A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood

This is another of the Parnassus Book recommendations that I have followed (spoiler alert--I have become fairly addicted to watching these, and have folded a number of their recommendations in to my reading rotation. The book is dedicated to Gore Vidal and is set in 1962, just after the Cuban missile crisis, and describes a day (with some flashing about in time) in the life of George Falconer, a 58-year-old expat Englishman who is living in Santa Monica and teaching at a university in LA, just as Isherwood did. The narrative is edgy, subtle, and controlled, with chasms of buried rage. George has recently lost his partner, Jim, in a car crash, and is struggling with bereavement. He tries to make a connection to the world around him, while denying his predicament as a widower. We see him go through the motions of everyday life: teaching a class, fighting with his neighbors, working out at the gym, shopping at a supermarket, drinking with an older woman friend, flirting intellectually with a young student – before fading out on the final page. As a study of grief and a portrait of the aftermath of a gay marriage, A Single Man is unique, brilliant, and deeply moving, with not a word wasted, saying so much with so little. There is an autobiographical component to this, and the editor of the author's diaries notes that there is a lot of material lifted almost word for word from them. Published in 1964, it was a window into a world that few straight readers would have been familiar with at the time.