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I was “living my twenties in my thirties,” Thomas Mallon says of his life in New York during the 1980s. What he means is that it took this nice politically conservative Catholic boy a while to come out to himself as a gay man and to be sexually active. 

And, then, the brutal irony: Even as Mallon finds the courage to move out of Poughkeepsie, while he continues to teach at Vassar, and rent a place in the city to embrace all the possibilities New York can offer, AIDS is decimating the gay population. Here’s an entry from June “Pride Month” of 1985, where Mallon, drinking in a bar, also stands apart and thinks of the moment he’s in:

I’ve loved Thomas Mallon’s writing ever since I reviewed “Henry and Clara,” his 1994 novel about the young engaged couple who shared the Lincoln’s box at Ford’s Theatre on that fateful night in 1865. 

Throughout a career spanning seven works of nonfiction and 11 novels — almost all of them historical, including “Fellow Travelers,” his McCarthy-era novel that was made into a 

 two years ago — Mallon has managed to capture the all of it: the tragic and mundane, the petty and comically absurd lurking in even the weightiest moments of the past. 

Turns out that all along in his diaries, Mallon was simultaneously doing the same for his own life and times. Even in entries for spring of 1984, when testing positive for AIDS was largely regarded as a death sentence and Mallon is mourning the death of a beloved whom, he fears, may have infected him, his wit refuses to wither away. Here, for instance, is an entry about a movie date:

In addition to being a real-time threnody to AIDS and its victims, as well as a love letter to a New York where the Runyonesque waitress in the local coffee shop will call him “Cookie” and a walk can include sightings of Greta Garbo and Jackie Kennedy, “The Very Heart of It” is also a portrait of an artist trying to break free of his day job. 

Mallon moves into the city not only to find love, but to pursue his dream of eventually quitting teaching and becoming a full-time writer. His entries about life at Vassar constitute the stuff of academic farce: the visiting 

 is “a thumping bore”; the English Department’s building is “an odd little Gothic place ... surrounded by its own self-generated atmosphere, like a poison gas”; and grading a student's tedious paper is “Like diving into a dirty swimming pool.”

By the final journal entries here in the early ‘90s, much of Mallon’s professional and personal life has come together — including finding the love to whom this book is dedicated. Like their close cousin, the memoir, journals are most engrossing when uncertainty is still in the air; when the subject is just setting out to become who they want to be. So it is that in a poignant entry for May of 1985, Mallon writes:

Mallon is well aware he’s one of the lucky ones and his life’s great luck is also ours, his readers.

Maureen Corrigan

Author

Mallon has been keeping diaries for most of his life. “The Very Heart of It” collects entries from the years 1983 to 1994, when he had recently come out as gay and moved to New York City.

Thomas Mallon’s NYC diaries get to the ‘Very Heart’ of the AIDS crisis

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