JF Was Here

AIDS is killing John Freeman. But before he dies he wants to understand himself – both as victim and killer.

From the aptly decaying grandeur of the Hydro Majestic Hotel JF recalls his adult life, lived largely in Papua New Guinea, and his great love, handsome, vital Francis Tapukai. Memories of his grandmother also unfold. An eccentric golf champion, she too paid dearly for the right to be her own person. Rarely has contemporary fiction confronted so directly male passion and sexuality, or explored with such depth the complexity of living outside the boundaries of public approval.