I was ashamed (Eib as Rasa calls it in the book and you will know the context and the way the word is used). That’s exactly what happened to me many years ago – my mother caught me with a man (random and not my lover at all) in bed and I was mortified. The protagonist, Rasa’s grandmother catches him in bed with his lover Taymour. The novel opens strangely enough with a scene that I can most associate myself with. “Guapa” extends itself from being just “another gay novel” and that’s what I love about it. I don’t think that’s one of the major reasons why I thought I would love the book, but it was definitely playing at the back of my mind. Is it because I am gay? Is it because there is this sense of alienation I feel sometimes, as most minorities do? I don’t know. I also strangely (well not so) enough knew that I would love it. The minute I had known of “Guapa” by Saleem Haddad, I knew I wanted to read it.
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