Just consider, at the end of this short novel, how the bodies have fallen. David, our narrator, is passing what he calls the worst night of his life, standing vigil in an empty rented house in the south of France, abandoned by his fiancée, Hella, and contemplating his betrayal of Gio van ni, a man he insists he loved and who undoubtedly loved him. Hella, having discovered David in a gay bar on a days-long bender, in the arms of a sailor who bursts into incredulous laughter at the sight of her, is on a steamer back to America, maybe already plunged into the promiscuity she fears will characterize her single life. This promiscuity can only ever signify moral chaos and degradation for Baldwin, who—despite the charges of obscenity, even…
