From Brit novelist Alan Hollinghurst’s review of The Letters of Lytton Strachey in the March 9 NYRB:
“In Strachey’s letters, actual sexual descriptions are greatly outnumbered by hints and fantasies about young men seen on the train or in the street. Levy [editor of the letters] prints a rapturous letter to Leonard Woolf describing sex with Duncan Grant on Hampstead Heath: ‘I had hardly believed so much was possible; to be embraced so passionately, to be kissed so often, and not to know whether one was buggering, or being buggered!’ One feels one would, as a rule, have a pretty clear idea about that…”